#Guys my goosebumps are flaring

[moonhoures]

Merciless

🕷️ kinktober — day 5: bondage 🕸️

pairing: hyunjin (stray kids) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, the tiniest amount of fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, bdsm dynamic, bondage (rope & mouth gag), pet names: ‘honey’, ‘good boy’, ‘baby’, ‘pretty boy’, ‘my love’ (all for hyunjin), oral (m receiving), brief handjob, mentions of spit/drool (lots of it), ball fondling, mild edging, cum swallowing

word count: ~1.7k

synopsis: your boyfriend looks the prettiest when he’s tied down

a/n: this is v short and a teeny bit 🤏🏻 out of my comfort zone since i’m not used to writing bdsm-themed stuff, but i hope it’s still enjoyable for you guys 🫶🏻

posted: october 5, 2023

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It’s unfair. A downright act of injustice for him to look as beautiful as he does in this moment. Long, raven-colored hair perfectly tousled, strands delicately fallen over his forehead and in front of his eyes, some of the ends catching on his eyelashes. His sculpted face tinted was with natural blush and his glimmering eyes shined in the dim light from your lamp in the corner of the room. His body looked like a statue chiseled from the finest piece of rock by the most-talented of sculptors. Though, you had the bigger hand in his posing tonight.

Hyunjin sat naked in the black iron-framed chair before you, his arms expertly tied down to each arm of the chair with a rope made of safe (but intriguing) material. The cords wrapped around his muscles and wrists, holding him down, but you left just enough room to keep his circulation intact. The same cords were coiled around his upper body, intertwining up and over his chest and shoulders, anchoring him to the seat. Even his calves were tied to the legs of the chair, giving him no way of escaping on his own. He was completely and utterly at your mercy, whenever you decided to give it to him, but it wouldn’t be any time soon.

His chest was flushed, light red marks appearing over the skin from his previous orgasm and the chafing of the rope. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn’t unendurable. He breathed heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring with every intake and outtake of oxygen. His eyes were fluttering closed. His orgasm had only just started to subside, but you were already wanting to give him another.

His eyelids shot back open when he felt your fingertips graze his knee. The hairs on his leg stood up and goosebumps prickled from the skin of his thighs. His eyes had a hint of nervousness in them when they met your own.

“What? Too soon?” you patronized him, an eerie smile creeping in from the corner of your lips. You found his deer-in-headlights expression very cute, “Oh, come on, honey, I know you’ve got another one in you. Don’t you?”

He didn’t bother attempting to respond. It was futile. With the gag in his mouth, even the loudest of words he could muster wouldn’t be comprehensible. The best he could do was shake his head, but that was no good. You had already decided his fate for him.

“Hm, I thought so.”

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him. There was a sparkle to your eyes as you watched him watch you. His fringe swayed in front of his dark, lust-clouded eyes, making him look like a model. His beauty was astonishing. You would never tire of looking at him, you thought. And he only got prettier when he was like this, tied up just for you. It wasn’t fair. It was selfish of you to keep his beauty all to yourself, but that’s what made having him like this so special. You knew you were the only one to ever behold such a sight.

“Don’t give me those eyes,” your voice sounded like honey when you spoke. Your fingernails traced aimless lines up and down his exposed thighs, leaving pale marks in their wake. They came to a stop right at his pelvis, briefly leaving his skin before you took his half-flaccid dick in your grasp. You looked up at him again, seeing anticipation in his eyes now, “You know you want it.”

I do, he thought to himself.

“You want my mouth. My tongue. You want me to choke on your cock, don’t you?”

Yes.

“You want to stuff my mouth full until I gag?”

God, Yes!

“You want to cum down my throat?”

Fuck, just do it already.

“Huh, Hyunjin? Answer me, honey.”

Despite the humiliation he felt, he tried his best to do what you asked. But his reply came out in muffled nonsense. The spit from his attempt seeped into the fabric you used to gag him, and created a wet spot on the corners of his mouth.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

His heart beat quickened as he watched you lean forward and press fluttering kisses along his thighs. They trailed upwards, until you were at the base of his cock. He was still a little soft, but nothing you couldn’t deal with. You kissed him all over, up to his tip. Your lips puckered, peppering small smooches against his slit. You let spit bubble up and drip down his shaft—lots of it.

Hyunjin loved messy blowjobs.

He didn’t tell you that, but you could just tell. There was a glint of excitement that settled in his gaze as his eyes trained on your every move. His breathing pattern picked up in pace, and his fingers twitched, having nothing to grab onto.

“You’ll be good for me, right? You’ll let me suck your cock, and you won’t cum until I tell you to.”

He nodded furiously, pathetic little ‘mhm’s being eaten up by the fabric between his lips. You smiled, eyes returning to his hardening shaft in your hand. You opened your mouth and sucked in his tip, loving the way he filled your mouth as you went further down. When you got as far as you could go, you hummed, and a small whimper sounded from Hyunjin’s throat.

You pulled your mouth almost completely off, then took him in again, and repeated that a few times, slowly. His erection leaned a little to the left naturally, so your right cheek bubbled with the tip of his cock pressing into it. The sight made his head spin.

Soft gagging noises filled the room as you took him in deeply again, his tip touching the back of your throat. It was uncomfortable for you, and it was getting harder to breathe, but you didn’t care about that. You cared about having him on the brink of a raging orgasm. So you added your hands to the mix, using one of them to massage his balls. He let out a whine, like a sad puppy, and his eyes closed for just a moment before opening to watch you again. He couldn’t help it; he needed to watch you torment him.

You made eye contact with him while you sucked him off and fondled him. You made sure to let your drool pool up at the corners of your mouth and drip down his cock. Once you had enough of his balls, you started to pump the bottom of his length, using your drool as lube. His arms and legs were flexing with unbridled energy; he was itching to get out of his restraints. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to caress your face. He wanted to feel your spit all over his hands as he pumped his cum into your mouth. He wanted to hold your head down his cock until your nose brushed his pubes. He needed it. But he couldn’t have it, and it was killing him.

“You’re doing so well, Jinnie. Just a little longer.”

The tears were brimming in his eyes now, creating sparkles in the corners. You felt your heart become mush at the sight. Despite your act right now, you had the biggest soft spot for your boyfriend. Because at the end of the day, that’s all this was: an act. As soon as he decided he had as much as he could take. As soon as the safeword left his mouth. You would praise him and give him the most comforting hug you could manage to give him. You would rub his skin where the ropes held him after you took them off, and he would thank you for treating him so well. You both would get the sexual gratification you wanted, and you would both be happy.

“Where do you want to cum, baby? My mouth? My face?”

His eyes widened and his brows upturned at the first option, so you repeated it. He nodded his head vigorously.

“Okay, pretty boy,” you held his eye contact like you had him under hypnosis. He wasn’t even watching your ministrations anymore, his eyes solely existed to look into yours in that moment. He wondered what he looked like in his current state. You always told him he looked beautiful, but he wanted to see it for himself. He needed to remember to ask you next time to bring a mirror.

“Cum.”

Hyunjin’s eyelid twitched and the flood gates sprung open. Just like that, at the uttering of the word, ropes of his seed jetted onto your tongue. You had taken his tip back into your mouth just in the nick of time, and as he continued to cum, you sunk yourself further down his length. You went as far as you could, but with his semen filling your throat, you could only do so much.

You swallowed it all, holding back a cough as you let the bottom half of his shaft out of your mouth. The fat tip sat on your tongue for a moment, poking your right cheek again. Your tongue laved his malleable skin, feeling the faint veins in it. The salty, creamy essence was vaguely left in your mouth as he fell out of it with a wet ‘pop’. Rugged breaths and humidity clouded you as you felt your face growing warm.

Hyunjin was absolutely spent, his eyelids growing heavy. He was exhausted, and he only had two orgasms so far. He watched, in shock, as you reached for the gag in his mouth, wet to the touch from his saliva. You pulled it out from between his lips, and you took a second to admire the puffiness and redness in his lips. The faintest pink lines at the corners of his mouth made you smile. Gorgeous.

“Ready to use that pretty cock of yours, my love?”

He wasn’t. If you fucked him now he would be so sensitive. He would go insane. But a big part of him wanted to feel your insides so badly that he couldn’t think straight. Lust was the only thing that stayed consistent in his head, and it plagued his every thought. It plagued his lips as he spoke the first and only word that came to mind.

“Yes.”

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One Hell of a Butler Pt. 2

Ball (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Wasn't really expecting to write arle content so soon but heck i miss writing and school makes me sad :( i have 4 assessments next week. i hate it here. also for @\megistusdiary and @\servalisms who feed me so well <333 love you guys. anyways, following the same concept as the first part here, this is some time after Reader and Arlecchino has made the contract. What do you guys think about this series? Future edit: It's gonna be a blurb, I say. It'll be less than 1k I say. *Looks at the time.* It's 3AM and the finished product is 2.2k words. Again. How do I do this to myself. I'm not calling this a oneshot though because not my greatest quality. Content Warning: Suggestive. semi-graphic descriptions of violence Series Masterlist

It's funny, really, having a demon as your butler. You could never imagine yourself as the type of person to even consider such a notion, and you certainly were not a believer of the supernatural either. Of course, beliefs change and so do mindsets; after all, your worldview was shattered with one singular event. It is that catalyst that has led you down this path. You used to believe that revenge was just a trope, an exaggerated manifestation of pettiness but as you feel it pump through your blood and inject in its veins, revenge is so very palpable. And with the contract, it's graspable, within your reach. It's like a dessert, waiting to be devoured after the main course. And like a dessert, however, in order to really savor it, one must be patient.

It has led you to this point. To a ball, specifically. The preparations have all been laid out, and you know what you your goal from this event is. The only thing left to do is to prepare the final touches and carry out the plan.

For all your meticulous planning, you don't expect yourself to be hindered before you had even gotten to the event. And defeated by a corset dress of all things. You couldn't extend your arms anymore to reach the strings behind your dress. Of course, you have other dresses, but none were as suitable for this event besides this one; this dress is made especially to carry secret compartments for weapons, a feature that none of your other apparels have.

"Arlecchino," you call out to your butler, and within a moment, the air of the room grew considerably colder, alerting you of the demon's sudden appearance. The abrupt chill invokes a chill down your spine and you let out a breathy exhale as you gazed at the mirror in front of you, and could see your servant's form just behind you, her height towering over you. On her face is the usual subtle smirk when she's with you and her red pupils gleamed just slightly.

"You look beautiful, my Lady," she greets with a low drawl although you knew it was out of politeness than admiration. Her irises burn as you could feel it traverse over your exposed back and you can barely suppress the goosebumps that her gaze provoked.

"I didn't summon you here to ogle me, Arlecchino," you say, maintaining a cool tone despite the warmth that bloomed over your bare skin, pricking your senses. A low rumble comes from the being and she leans forward placing her icy black hands over your naked shoulders, fingertips running across the surface smoothly as it slowly nears your collarbone. Her face nears your left ear, her breath cascading against your earlobe.

"Of course. It was simply an observation, my Lady. But, dare I say, you look simply ravishing." The demon whispers against the shell of your ear, her voice adorning the smallest bit of allure in it, and her hands suddenly grip your shoulders as she emphasizes the last word, then relaxing a moment later. Your inhale hitches but no other reaction is displayed outwardly.

"The strings, Arlecchino," you instruct as a distraction away from the soft flaring of your cheeks.

A brief pause as you observe through the mirror the gleam of mischief in the demon's black pits, and her hands move down your shoulder, only the pads of her fingers brushing ghosting over your shoulder blades and yet it feels like the heat from the contact drips down onto your skin. It's a lagging pace, deliberate and feather light as it finally reaches the farthest down string. Prodding fingers caress against your back as she begins maneuvering the strings masterfully, each graze seemingly lingering as it seems like she takes every opportunity to memorize the texture of you on her fingertips. When her painstaking process draws close to its end, she ties the strings together, making it tight enough to make you groan and arch your back from the sting. When you do, she traces a finger up the curvature of your spine.

"Arlecchino," you chastise with a shuddering breath. Hands find themselves on your hips, clawed fingertips faintly digging into you and you're suddenly pulled to her being, chest meeting against your spine.

"You can't possibly fault me for my behavior when you're far too delectable, can you?" She voices against your nape, cold lips just barely hovering over it while you feel hot air stroke against your hair. You shudder. A small ire wells up inside of you and you break from her grasp easily. 

“You know better than to fool around now of all times,” you huff irritably, before spinning around. “Now, are you dressed yet?” 

Your breathing halts once your eyes scan Arlecchino's body. Donning a midnight black tailcoat alongside matching slim trousers, a white button-collared dress shirt with scarlet ruffled cuffs, and finally, a simple jet black necktie. It is not very different compared to her usual apparels, and yet your sight cannot help but stagger over her. She's devilishly handsome, you begrudgingly admit to yourself, objectively pleasant to your view. You get the sense something is missing from her appearance, however, perhaps a mark of yours on her neck. You bite your tongue in reprimand to suppress any more carnal thoughts and you shift your focus away.

“Is it to your liking, my Lady?” A smug smile graces her kissable lips. 

“It's appropriate enough. You're missing something,” You reply back cooly, and you dig around the nearby drawers for the items you search for. Upon finding them, you find ebony gloves and then promptly fling them at the demon's face. They hit squarely, and slide off her mildly shocked expression with a comical, slow pace. It gives you more satisfaction than it should.  

“There,” you remark with a blank expression but a tone matching her prior pomposity. “I suppose you're presentable as my servant now.” 

You brush past her, comforted by the fact her eyes follow your form with each step. 

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Upon arrival at the ball, it's nearly overwhelming–chatter fills the room and surrounds you at every angle, suffocating you under the noise of whispered gossip. A suited server comes up to you with a glass of some presumed luxurious beverage, no doubt costing a ludicrous amount. You swivel the untouched drink in your hand as you survey other guests, searching for a particular face in general. Arlecchino should be doing something similar right now, if she hasn't already found her target. 

The person you're looking for is no longer to be found, at least in your approximate vicinity. You grind your teeth together and your hand bunches the fabric of your dress in a fist. An advancing man steps into view and strolls towards you, confidence and snobbery exuding from his walking. 

“Would you like a dance, my Lady?” 

You can't help but cringe at the addressment, the term sounding only right from one particular individuial's tongue. But nonetheless, a cordial smile masks your disgust and you agree to it, letting the man lead you to a slow, and quite frankly, boring waltz. His movements are just flamboyanes to cover up his sloppy movements, and it only makes you wonder how a demon can so masterfully practice an art made by humans. During the dance, you try to fish him out of any useful information, but the daft male is incapable of doing anything besides leering at you. 

You could feel at the back of your neck someone else's stare–one that kindles like the flames of hell. You smirk to yourself. Maybe you can use her gaze, taunt her through this. You lean ever so closer, lurching forward to whisper something in his ear and you let his filthy hands wander your form a bit. 

When you finally part from him, enduring one last, disappointing dance, you say your farewells to him. Not out of respect as a dance partner but because you know his life will end in a few minutes. You only hope she remembers to dispose of the body and clean up the evidence. 

You find that she reappears by your side in less than fifteen minutes. It's cute that she does it when you're not in the vicinity, like you don’t already know what she did. How fortunate for you that you've already isolated yourself to a lone balcony when she finds you. Otherwise, people may accuse the two of you as undignified lovers.  

Shortly afterwards, the two of you return to the main location of the ball, and again, you're in search of a certain man. Arlecchino has yet been successful in finding her target and you wander the dance floor once again, though this time, you decline any dance requests. 

Your gaze follows that of a group of men eyeing something, and you trace for what they're looking at. With great irritance, you discover it's the demon that they’re leching over. Something ugly coils in the pit of your stomach, an ugly sensation filling your being the longer you watch their gaze, like a feeling that what they are coveting after is one of your belongings. 

“Arlecchino,” you softly gruff under your breath. You observe from across the large room that her head perks up immediately, reminiscent of how a dog would when its name is called, and without even looking, she steers through the sea of ball-goers towards your direction. 

When she’s finally in front of you, there's an aggravating, knowing grin that Arlecchino fails to hide. “Yes, my Lady?”  

You reach out to tug her necktie to you like a leash and she compliantly lets you pull her face towards you. 

“If people keep leering at you like that, they'll become an inevitable hindrance,” you lie straight through your teeth, hating the way her eyes crinkle in amusement as she sees right through you. The two of you know you're lying.  

“And what are you going to do about it, my Lady?” You should order her to wipe that complacent sneer off of her face, shouldn't you? 

“This,” you give her neck time a harsh yank and your lips brush against her neck, teeth biting her skin and your tongue lapping at the bite mark. It's a quick, stinging action that makes the demon grunt lowly but she's yet to pull away. She wouldn't dare to, not without your instructions. 

You pull away only after a few moments because it's not a mark made out of passion or affection. It’s a mark made out of desperation, out of possessiveness, to remind those who she belongs to and who can touch her. 

“Don't you dare hide it,” you demand, indignation creeping up your words. You release her, and she simply nods, her gloved fingers dabbing the mark. Walking away, you feel strangely content–what was missing from Arlecchino's appearance is there now. 

You call for her one last time during the ball. When you've led the man you were searching for into a private guest room, and you loosen his lips with the suggestiveness of your actions and the alcohol you slip in his hands. The information that spews out to you is useless, the furthest thing to what you desire even when you’ve pushed yourself far past what you'd like. He simply doesn't have what you want, you frustratingly recognize. You've let this man undress you until you're nearly half-naked for nothing. 

At the moment you acknowledge that this entire venture to this ball was for naught, you kick the disgusting man in the face, hard enough to hear a crunch underneath your heel and in his clutched hands, his broken nose bleeds. You sigh and start redressing yourself, thankful at least you didn't allow him to derobe you any further while he chucks insolent expletives and meaningless threats at you. He dares to reach out his hand for you with your back against him and it is then you mutter her name.

“Arlecchino.”

And like every time, she materializes right where you want her to, in between you and the vermin, blocking you from his sight. 

“Yes, my Lady?” She purrs as the man sputters out in shock, tumbling back.

You don't even look over your shoulder to give a command, instead, opting to fix your hair. “Dispose of him.”

There's no need for you to watch the bloodbath. You're familiar with how she kills now. It lasts no more than a few seconds and when you smell soot, you know she's done. You turn around, the last few embers of his body dissipating in the air. There's no remnants of him anymore, the room is spotless clean, except for the smear of blood on her cheek. 

“Don't you demons know how to clean yourselves?” You chastise with an exasperated click of your tongue and extend your hand, your thumb wiping the crimson droplet from her face and then guiding your thumbpad to her lips. Her tongue darts out, and laps up the last trace of him with a deliberate swipe. 

It ignites a blaze in your chest and your heart drums. 

“Take me home, Arlecchino. We're done here.” 

“Of course, my Lady.” 

[lipglossanon]

If You Could Only See

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(Alcoholic) Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

For the anon who requested alcoholic stepdad Leon with cute smut; I hope you enjoy! I kept it pretty sweet in this one 🥰 got super lucky and struck with inspo for this 🤭

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, drunk Leon, kissing, sweet Leon, unprotected sex, creampie

Not proofread ✌️

Title from If You Could Only See by Tonic

part ii

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You hear the keys jingle in the lock a few times and cursing before the front door finally opens and Leon comes stumbling inside. 

You watch him from the couch as he comes into the apartment, struggling but still able to close and lock the door.  He kicks off his shoes and drops his keys on the little table near the entrance. 

“Oh hey sweetheart,” his voice is whiskey rough as he walks further into the living room. 

“Hey,” you smile at him, “late night?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, shoulders relaxed and easy as he sways a little on his feet, “a couple of guys from the office wanted to celebrate a promotion. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You glance at your watch then back up, “Eh it’s not too late, plus it’s the weekend so I can sleep in tomorrow.”

“Amen to that,” he chuckles, soft eyes taking in your bare legs before dragging up the rest of your body to look you in the face, “I need t’go to bed, sweetheart.”

“Wait,” you stand up quickly, tossing your phone down on the couch. 

You pad over to him, and tug his arm until he leans down into your space. 

You press a sweet kiss to his stubbled cheek, “Night dad.”

“Night, baby,” he rumbles, pulling away, and unsteadily making his way down the hall.

You watch as he disappears through his door and hear it close. Butterflies flutter in your chest as you settle back down on the couch. You finish out the show you’re barely paying attention to, then shut everything off and make your way to your room. 

Pausing outside Leon’s door, you lightly knock but no reply. You twist the handle and poke your head in and look around. You seem him sleeping on his bed, clothes halfway off. Shaking your head, you smile to yourself at how hopeless he can be sometimes. 

You step into his room and quietly walk over to his bed. Gently, you pull his slacks the rest of the way down and set them on the floor. You unbutton the last few buttons on his shirt and tug it away, moving his arms through the sleeves. 

“Baby?” his voice slurs. 

“Shhh,” you whisper, “just getting you ready for bed.”

“Too good f’me,” he mumbles, laying back on the bed, “my pretty baby’s so good.”

Heat flares in your stomach as goosebumps raise across your arms. Biting your lip, you ignore his words and continue removing his shirt from his broad chest. 

“Baby,” his palm reaches out to touch your face but his fingers graze across you lips, “sweet and soft.”

“Dad,” you laugh softly, ignoring the giddiness taking over your chest, “can you push up so I can get the covers over you?”

“Mm course,” he groggily raises up enough for you to pull his blankets and sheets out from underneath him. 

You tuck him in and smooth his covers down. Pressing a soft kiss to his head, you turn to leave but his hand snags your wrist. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” his voice is deep as sleep tries to pull him under, “don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You step closer and brush some of his hair from his eyes as they flutter to stay open. 

“You’re being silly, again.”

“No,” he tugs on your wrist until you’re kneeling on the bed, “I love you, baby. My pretty girl.”

He tugs you harder and goes to kiss your cheek, but in his inebriated state he misses and his lips land on your own. He groans and tugs you closer, his other hand sliding into your hair to hold you still. 

“Love you so much, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth, licking back in to taste you more, “my sweet girl..”

“Dad,” you whine, kissing him back, feeling dizzy and hot all over, “love you too, so much.”

He pulls away, a string of spit connecting you two until it snaps with distance. 

“M’sorry,” his eyes turn down, “I shouldn’t—“

“It’s okay,” you whisper, patting his cheek, “don’t worry about it, okay? We can talk tomorrow.”

“Okay, baby,” he agrees easily, eyes slipping shut as sleep overtakes him. 

You press your fingers to your lips with a smile. You look over Leon’s handsome features, feeling a sudden urge to bite into his jaw line. Shaking your head, you get up from the bed and leave to head to your room. 

You close your bedroom door behind you and change for bed. Looking in the mirror as you take out your earrings for the night, you giggle at your reflection. Every time Leon goes out drinking with his coworkers, he always comes home pretty drunk and you always help him get into bed. He also always ends up kissing you, a little more dirty than a stepfather should, but it’s exciting and you look forward to it every week. 

You climb into bed with a smile on your face and relax into your comfy sheets. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off. 

The next morning you wake up to the smell of coffee. You rub your eyes and stretch before getting out of bed. You don’t bother to change, just wearing an old baggy shirt of Leon’s and some sleep shorts that you can’t see unless you lift the hem of the shirt.  

You wander into the kitchen to see Leon standing there, wearing a rumpled shirt and sweats, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” he tosses over his shoulder, rough voice making your nipples tighten. 

Hoping he won’t notice, you stand next to him at the counter to pour your own cup, “Morning, dad.”

He sighs into his cup and you stifle a laugh, “Too much to drink?”

He groans and props his hip in the counter, “Yeah, I don’t even remember how I got home last night.”

You hum and finish adding sugar to your coffee, “Well you made it home in one piece.”

“I suppose so,” he grumbles into his mug, “I got some work I gotta catch up on, so I’ll be in the office. Please knock if you need anything.”

He gestures to the closed door down the hall, “I just might be on a call so don’t just come barging in, okay?”

You roll your eyes good naturedly, “I know how it works.”

“Just saying,” he grins at you, pinching your side.

“Stop,” you laugh, pushing his hand away. 

“Mm well remember to yell if you need me,” he kisses the crown of you head and ruffles your hair, then walks down the hall into the home office. 

You bite your lip as you watch him leave, broad shoulders flexing under his shirt making you clench your thighs. Blinking, you turn back to your coffee and away from Leon. 

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Morning gives way to afternoon then to late evening. Leon still has yet to leave the office and so you drum your fingers on the door. 

“Come in,” you hear his muffled voice and push open the door. 

“Baby,” he coos at you, face flushed as he smiles wide at you. 

“Hard day?” you ask, catching sight of the empty whiskey bottle on his desk. 

“Eh,” he shrugs, loose limbed and bright eyed, “just the usual assholes.”

He covers his mouth, “Sorry, I mean jerks.”

You grin at him, “I’ve heard words way worse than asshole.”

“Hey,” he frowns at you, but a smile tugs at his lips, “language, young lady.”

“Mmm my bad,” you laugh, coming over to his desk.

You step around the corner as he spins his chair to face you, thighs spread out. 

“Sorry I worked so late today,” he murmurs, eyes taking in your appearance. 

You’re still wearing Leon’s old college tee that he tossed out ages ago along with some skimpy barely there shorts. 

He leans forward and tugs on the hem, pulling you to step between his thighs. 

“Why’re you wearing this ratty old thing, baby?” His voice is deep, making your thighs clench. 

You shrug, demeanor going shy, “I like it. Reminds me of you.”

His eyes soften and he pulls you until you’re sitting in his lap. 

“You’re so sweet, baby,” it comes out muffled as he buries his face in your collar bone. 

Your thighs bracket his as you settle down on his lap. He brings his hands up to squeeze and pet your waist. 

“My pretty girl,” he coos, “god ‘m so lucky.”

You laugh and scratch your nails through his hair which makes him let out a sinfulgroan. 

“S’good, baby,” he tilts his head back, eyes shut, as you keep running your fingers through his hair, “perfect pretty girl.”

You don’t mean to but you roll your hips down just a little, biting your lip when you realize what you’ve done. Leon doesn’t seem to notice, just sighs into the soft touches to his scalp. 

“Hate that your momma left,” he mumbles unprovoked, “but I thank god she never took you with’er.”

“Yeah?” You whisper, eyes wide as warmth pools in your belly. 

“Mmhmm,” his thumbs rub circles against your hips, “get to come home to such a sweet, pretty girl everyday. Always taking care of me.”

“Of course,” you smile at him although his eyes are still closed. 

“Got everybody at work so jealous,” he sighs, “got my own pretty baby, so sweet  to me. All mine.”

“All yours,” you let your hips roll down, pressing your wet center down onto his hips. 

His eyes flutter open, hands gripping your waist, letting you keep grinding down on him. 

“Baby,” his voice is raspy, pupils darkening, “what’re you doing?”

“Just want you to feel good, daddy,” you whimper, feeling his cock filling out underneath your thighs. 

He groans, pulling you down as you slide your hands down to grip his shoulders. 

“Perfect,” he groans, letting you grind your hot pussy down onto his hard cock, “perfect girl, god, but we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” you whine, “I want to and you want to.”

“Fuck,” he clenches his eyes shut, bucking up against your cunt, “don’t know how bad I want it, baby. But you deserve someone better.”

“Mm but I want you, daddy,” you kiss his cheek, “you’re so big and strong,” you press a kiss to his other cheek, “and you take such good care of me.”

You press a chaste kiss to his lips, teeth nipping his bottom one as you pull away. 

“You sure baby?” he murmurs. 

“Positive, daddy,” you smile at him, “take me to bed and show me how much you love me.”

He kisses you sloppily, whiskey on his breath. He grabs you under your thighs and stands up from his chair, carrying you out the office and into his bedroom. You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“So strong, daddy,” you coo in his ear. 

He stumbles against the bed and drops you on his messy sheets. You giggle up at him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in with his thick biceps. You wrap your arms around his neck again. 

“Promise I’ll get better honey, stop drinking so much,” he mutters into your hair, kissing the shell of your ear. 

“S’okay,” you pet his hair away from his face, “you’re not mean or anything. You’re actually really, really sweet when you’ve been drinking.”

Leon noses down your cheek and kisses the corner of your lips. 

“Still,” he kisses your lips, “I wanna be good for you, baby. You’re everything to me.”

“Daddy,” you sigh softly, tears pricking your eyes, “kiss me, please.”

“Anything, baby. I’ll give you anything,” he promises you, pressing a sloppy kiss into your mouth, tongue licking past your lips to taste your sweetness. 

You kiss each other softly over and over, tongues lapping at each other until spit drips down your chin. Arching your back, you whine into Leon’s mouth. 

“Daddy, please,” you roll your hips down onto his cock. 

“Okay, baby,” he kisses your neck, “might just take me a while to cum since I’ve been drinking, sweetheart.”

Red hot fire flares throughout your body making your toes tingle, arousal curling in your veins, and making your clit throb.

“That’s okay,” you whimper, nails scratching at his skin, “totally fine, we can take as long as you need.”

“Oh yeah?” He grins, eyes warm and happy, “seems like you like that, baby. Want me to love on you all night, pretty girl?”

“Leon,” you gasp, “yes, please.”

He chuckles, pressing another kiss into your neck, “As much as I love you in my shirt, gonna need to take it off.”

“Okay, daddy,” you quickly slip it off and then take the initiative to shimmy off your shorts and panties. 

A punched out groan leaves Leon’s throat, his eyes roving over your body not able to look at any one spot. 

“Pretty, pretty baby,” he rasps out, eyes hot and heavy as they look back up in your face, “so lucky.”

“Your turn,” you tug at his shirt, “wanna see you too.”

He takes your hand and kisses your palm before letting go to take his shirt off. Next he pushes his sweats down and kicks them away. He’s not wearing any underwear so you’re able to take in his full, thick cock already dripping with precum. 

“Oh, Leon,” you breathe out, tongue darting out to wet your lips. 

He takes his cock in hand to stroke it slowly, “This okay, baby?”

“Yes,” moaning, you shakily drag your hands across his shoulders to grab his biceps, “so big, daddy.”

He groans, hand speeding up as he jerks his cock, “You like that? Like that daddy’s so big and hard for you?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, eyes not able to stop watching as he pulls his foreskin back so you can see the fat, leaky tip.

You reach down and spread your pussy for him, “I’m so wet for you, always make me this way, daddy.” 

His hand stutters over his dick and he grasps the base in a tight fist. 

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, “daddy makes you that wet? That’s so sexy, honey, nearly made me shoot my load early.”

“Leon,” you mewl, arching your hips up so he can see more of your spread cunt, “need you so much, been wanting you forever.”

He groans and lets go of his cock; he cages you in again with his arms and kisses you hotly, tongue sloppily licking back into your open mouth. 

“I gotcha, honey,” he says between messy kisses, “let me just ease it in.”

You both moan as the fat tip of his cock spreads open your fluttering hole. Leon slowly pushes into your wet heat, making sure to praise you and press kisses into your skin wherever his mouth can reach. 

Once he bottoms out and is snugly pressed flushed against your pussy, he settles his body weight onto you. You moan loudly, legs wrapped around his waist and nails digging into his broad shoulders. 

“So good, daddy,” you kiss his cheek, “feels so good.”

“I do too, baby,” he grunts in your ear, “such a perfect girl for me.”

You whine, pussy walls fluttering around his dick making his hips push deeper into your hole. You gasp as his tip kisses the opening to your womb, cunt eagerly milking his throbbing cock. 

“Sorry, baby,” he slurs into your neck, “you just feel so tight.”

“So deep,” you moan, “please, daddy.”

“Shh, shh,” he kisses across your jaw and down your neck, “I’m gonna move now, okay baby?”

You nod your head quickly, “Please.”

He pulls halfway out before slowly pressing back inside you, your cunt squelching with the movement. Leon starts a slow steady motion, making sure to not go too fast or toohard, letting you adjust to the stretch of his hard dick. 

You sigh softly and pull him to your lips for more messy kisses. You lose yourself to each other as he slowly takes you apart under his tongue and rolling hips. You feel his hand slip between your bodies so he can rub his thumb in firm circles on your clit. 

“Want us to cum together baby,” he pants hotly into your mouth, no longer kissing just tasting the same air, “think you can do that for me?”

“Uh huh,” your toes are curling from the slow heat building in your belly, “wanna cum, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he kisses the corner of your eye, “daddy’s pretty close now too.”

“Inside me, please?” you look up at him, eyes wet and pleading. 

He bucks into you harder than before, “Y’sure baby? God, I shouldn’t. I should probably pull out, sweetheart.”

You shake your head almost wildly, “Want it. Please, Leon,” you pout up at him, “you said you’d give me anything.”

He keeps thrusting harder into your pussy before catching himself and going back to slow, deep thrusts. 

“God, I did say that didn’t I baby,” he groans, “yeah I’ll cum in you, sweet girl. I’ll give you everything I can.”

“Thank you, daddy, oh thank you, thank you,” you chant, nails digging deeper in his skin, “m gonna cum, Leon. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Then cum for me sweet baby, my perfect girl,” he murmurs, pressing the praise into your skin with hot kisses. 

His thumb keeps circling your sensitive clit and when he thrusts a little deeper on the next roll of his hips, you see stars behind your eyelids. Your body shudders as you moan brokenly, pussy clamping down on Leon’s fat cock. 

You hear him moan as he pumps his hips harder and harder into your spasming cunt. He buries himself as deep as he can and fills you with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum; there’s so much it drips out of your stuffed hole and onto the mussed sheets. 

“Love you, baby,” Leon kisses you deeply, “my sweet girl.”

“Daddy,” you smile at him, feeling tired yet sated, “love you too.”

You lay together in the afterglow, trading soft words and even softer kisses until you fall asleep. 

[anemonelovesfiction]

8~ Almost Caught

Aged Up! Lo’ak x Avatar! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Eating out, fingering, angry Neteyam

Not Proofread

MDNI 🔞

I enjoyed writing this piece so much, this is for all of the Lo’ak girlies!

Translation Station

Tewng: Loincloth

Iknimaya: Rite of Passage

Skxawng: Moron

Word count: 1.5 k

The goosebumps that covered my skin with his feather light kisses running along the back of my neck had me feeling weak in the knee’s. It was always like him to be gentle whenever doing anything with me, his hands gently rubbing my hips and toying with the strings of my tewng as he made his lips dance around behind my, I feel the sudden urge to lay my head back and find it settling near the crook of his neck, his kisses now reaching my shoulder in the process.

“I could stay in your arms forever,” I sighed happily right as his hands wrap themselves around me, my back pressed against his chest in a warm hug, his face nuzzling my cheek sweetly.

“I could keep you in my arms forever,” He replies and it has me smiling widely, the blue of his arms not highly contrasting the blue from mine, but I had been lucky to have this body at all. Most of my experiences with an iknimaya had been alongside his, I’d grown sad when his family had to leave us when they were being hunted, but what a miracle from Eywa herself when they returned. That was when I knew I had to tell him how I felt.

“I want you to do that thing again,” I mutter while feeling my cheeks grow hot upon asking him, knowing what his next words would be.

“What thing?” I could hear the smirk in his voice as he’d asked and I knew my cheeks were sporting a purple hue, chewing my bottom lip before answering to the best of my ability.

“You know,” I dragged out as I brought my hands from out of his hug to fidget nervously with my fingers.

“You want me to eat your pretty pussy out?” His breath was warm near my ear, feeling it flicker at his sudden closeness, my lip going between my teeth as I turned to face him quickly nodding quietly.

“Say it,” He barely tilts his head to the side as he commands me to say exactly what he wants to hear, so I take a shaky breath in as my ears lower with slight humiliation.

“I want you to eat me out again,” I spoke as I fidgeted with my fingers once more and I couldn’t help but drop my eyes from him as the embarrassment was eating me alive.

“Thats all you had to say, pretty girl,” He lightly grasps my chin and tilts it up, causing my gaze to lift and look back up toward him, my face still purple, my ears flickering up lightly and my tail swishing behind me.

He only brings his face closer to mine and gives me a sweet kiss, his hand letting go of my chin as he reaches for my waist, my arms automatically coming to wrap around his neck right as he digs his fingers under the straps of my tewng, untying it while making out with me.

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It wasn’t like my brother to disappear during an important meeting- okay thats a lie- it was precisely like him to disappear but only halfway through, not missing the meeting in its entirety, he usually had the common sense of getting his formalities out of the way resembling a somewhat responsible son. But he hadn’t shown up at all and dad had left it up to me to find his skxawng ass. I huffed as I hopped down yet another path where I see a couple of guys joking around together, I’d used to see Lo’ak hang around them whenever Spider was busy or too sick to come out with us.

“Have either of you seen Lo’ak?” I’d approached them without feeling the need to nicely introduce myself as I flared my nostrils a bit due to my anger, there was no way I could keep an eye on him and it was starting to upset me greatly.

The boys both turned to me after the question had left my lips and back again at one another, skin of their brows raised as if neither had seen my brothers whereabouts and it was starting to make me feel like I was going to scream in defeat.

“I believe I saw him headed toward the waterfalls with Y/n, but that was a little while ago, sorry.” He apologizes solemnly but it makes the weight on my chest lighten, I give one curt nod at the taller of the two and begin my journey toward the waterfalls, having an inkling that he’d be exactly where I was picturing, not bothering to call my ikran as it was a short walk from where I currently was.

This meant that he had come with every intention of coming to this meeting and decided to bail at the last second. I roll my eyes as I continue walking down the familiar path, braids moving about, beads clanking together as I did so, feeling the moist heat on my skin and feeling myself start to get sticky all over- this was the worst part of sweating in this heat.

_________

I could feel the ragged rocks sliding across my back as Lo’ak nipped my thighs teasingly, he’d removed my tewng and kept his hands and mouth busy on my thighs.

“Lo!” I griped as he nibbled on the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, I grind my hips upwards in a poor attempt to get him to place his mouth where I needed him most but miss him completely, a whine ripping from my mouth.

“Desperate already baby?” He asks before kissing up the thigh he’d been nibbling on, I’m sure his fangs were marked all over them and I’d have to sit with my legs close together for the remainder of the night.

“Please-“ I gasp as I feel his hot breath fanning my cunt the tip of his tongue coming out to slide across my labia, my eyes fluttering close as my fists bang on the rocks in frustration.

We’d found this place behind the waterfall not too long ago, and it has been the place we go to whenever we want to have some private fun time together, the roar of the water drowning out any noise coming from back here.

“Stop teasing!” I pout and am tempted to cross my arms together until the tip of his hot tongue slides across my cunt and swirls around my clit, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he swirls his cat-like muscle across my sensitive nub.

I can feel his hands lightly pushing on my thighs as he backs off my pussy, giving my gentle kisses along the inner side of my thighs, and before I could protest my body stiffens as my ears perk up.

“Lo’ak, where are you?”

My eyes widen as I look down between my legs to find Lo’ak already looking back at me. We’d both recognized that angry voice being muffled by the waterfall, I was about ready to scramble and place my tewng back on my naked lower half before Lo’ak’s strong hands gripped my hips, my attention falling on his face again.

“Just be a good girl and enjoy this, yeah?” He stated and it had me confused at first before his mouth was back on my cunt and working double time, licking my cunt in its entirety.

“Lo!” I whisper yelled in an attempt to get him to stop but my eyes roll to the back of my head as my head falls back onto the ground right as his tongue swirls deliciously around my clit again.

“Fuck,” I attempt to keep my voice low, feeling the adrenaline running through my body at this moment, knowing he was going to continue getting his way without stopping until I came.

“You’re so gorgeous baby,” He complements me as he sticks one of his rather thick fingers into my already sopping cunt.

“Lo’ak I know you’re here.”

I take this moment to open my eyes to find my love, only to see him already rolling his eyes at that moment, a moan sliding past my lips accidentally, feeling as though I’d be the reason we’d get caught but hear a frustrated growl from behind the waterfall, feeling as though I didn’t care if we were caught at this moment as all I wanted was to come.

Just then I feel more pressure in my pussy as his fingers wriggle around a bit, he must have inserted two more but I couldn’t begin to think as he does the ‘come here’s motion and suckles on my bud as if he were starving for it, my eyes rolling back in my head once more as I buck my hips to meet his fingers thrusts.

“Lo’ak I’m close-“

“Get your skxawng ass out here!”

“Fuckin’ shut up-“ I moaned as Lo’ak’s fingers started thrusting in faster than before as my hips thrust upward to meet his fingers, his other hand attempting to move me downward to stop raising my hips.

I can hear a chuckle that only belonged to my love below me at my irritable nature, wanting nothing but for his brother to disappear and leave us alone for a little bit.

“Come for me pretty girl,” He commands sweetly and all I can do is listen to him as my vision turns white, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness covers my entire being.

[maiverie]

TRIAGE! ┊ a lee heeseung series — FINALE ♡

you try to teach the nerd how to date.

synopsis: heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.

given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, "hi. will you please teach me how to date?"

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chapter five (finale)

word count: 8k | navigation: previous / MASTERLIST warnings: swearing, (verbal) bullying a/n: final chapter; thank you so much for reading this far. sorry this took so long to get to you :(

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‘let’s have a little talk, you dweeb.’

heeseung had been backed into a corner.

while he often liked to reserve that idiom for metaphoric effect, he means it quite literally — ryujin and taehyun had literally backed him into a corner of a bedroom with no way out.

it was obvious he had stumbled across something he shouldn’t have. 

ryujin and taehyun kissing? how disturbing.

if it were up to him, he truly wouldn’t have meddled in their business. however, the way they’re sneering at him leads him to believe that they think his actions were intentional. he wants to insist that no part of this was deliberate—that he was honestly just trying to find you—but tense silence circulates the trio and he has no inclination to speak first.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” ryujin punctuates the silence with her malice, making him inwardly wince. her hands find their way to her hips as she openly scowls with disdain. “god, you’re annoying.” 

“i-i should go,” heeseung lowers his head, scratching the nape of his neck. “i didn’t mean to intrude,” he laughs nervously in an attempt to dispel their hostility, “i was just trying to find—”

“no, you should stay.” taehyun suggests, a smirk slithering to his lips. he rolls his head around his neck before sighing contently. “you should stay and play with us.” 

play…?

heeseung physically recoils with horror, stomach twisting with unease. there’s something about taehyun’s predatory stare that flares goosebumps all the way across his arms. he realises that the most wise decision right now is to escape the enclosed space as soon as possible. 

“sorry, i-i don’t want to keep my parents waiting,” he lies, lowering his head. “they’re downstairs.”

the two exchange impish glances.

“well, we won’t be long,” ryujin stifles a laugh before taking a seat on the bed. she folds one leg over the other, leaning back with her arms propped up. “since you were creeping on us, we thought you could exchange the favour and tell us all about your girlfriend.”

“girlfriend?” heeseung blinks. he doesn’t have a girlfr— oh.

miss sunset.

you? his… girlfriend?

as if.

“oh,” heeseung dips his head shyly. “n-no, you’re mistaken. she’s, um… she’s not my girlfriend.”

if he were being honest, he was kind of hoping to change that some day.

“what, so you guys haven’t fucked yet?” ryujin bats her lashes, a playful stare in her eyes.

heeseung’s brows instantly furrow, a frown on his lips. frankly, he was a little bugged by their vulgarity and the tone used to address you. this was the same type of contempt he noticed in other people in his life — like his aunt at her wedding, who pulled him aside and cautioned that ‘girls like that are foxes, heeseung! they’re nothing but trouble.’

it shouldn't matter, because they’re all wrong.

every single one of them. 

they're wrong.

it boggles his mind that people can’t see what he sees.

then again, it can’t be helped that all the best things about you are what can’t be seen. sure, you’re so pretty that sometimes he can’t even meet your eyes properly, but you’re also warmer and kinder than you give yourself credit to be. you must not realise, but he notices the little things you do for him — like the way you clean his glasses when he places them down on the table to sleep; or the way you pretend you’re full so he can finish the rest of your lunch; or the way you scribble encouraging little notes and drawings on his textbooks when you know he has a long night of studying ahead of him. 

it boggles his mind that some people may never have the privilege of peeking behind the curtain to see that you’re warm, and funny, and kind, and caring. you embody everything that his well-fitting nickname suggests. miss sunset — a blaze of colour; an explosion of soft yellows, bright oranges, fierce reds, pearly pinks and vibrant purples. 

you’re a fiery kiss to the sky.

it’s both a shame and an honour that he’s able to keep you to himself. 

“you know she likes you, right?” ryujin smirks, erecting from the bed.

heeseung’s eyes instantly round. “wh-what?”

“yeah,” she slowly slinks toward him. “she told me.”

“r-really?”

“duh. why wouldn’t she? we’re best friends,” ryujin scoffs, arms folded. “and i know her better than anyone. we’ve known each other since we were little kids, you know.” 

heeseung notices that you don’t often talk about your relationship with ryujin and taehyun. you don’t really tell heeseung much about anything from your past, but he would certainly consider your old friendships to be the biggest elephant in the room. he doesn’t doubt that you were all once close friends, but he knows you haven’t been in contact with them for a while now. it’s obvious why, in his opinion — they’re mean-spirited people who enjoy sinking their claws into people and injecting poison.

they’re callous and vicious and hateful. they’re everything that you’re not. 

‘best friends’? he felt insulted for you.

it was like trying to hold a candle to the sun.

“what… what was she like?” heeseung can’t help but ask, his stomach doing a little flip at the thought of you as a child. he knows he should probably leave the room, but the temptation runs too deep — he wants to consume everything about you.

what did your hair look like? what did your laugh sound like? did you prefer playing outside or staying inside? what made you smile during the day and what kept you up at night?

his heart began to thump at the thought of these answers before reluctance settled in.

was it wrong to wonder these many things about you? 

was he allowed to be curious? 

would that truly be okay — given that you were a goddess and he was next to nothing?

“cute,” ryujin replies, head bobbing. “she was cute.” 

aha!

heeseung can’t help but smile profusely. “of course! i knew it,” he mumbles, blushing to himself. of course she was cute; beauty like that must have been obvious even at a young age.

ryujin’s razor-sharp stare remained. she seemed to study heeseung carefully before lowering her gaze. “she was also kind of mean, i guess,” she continued, inspecting her nails nonchalantly. “a bit of a bully.”

taehyun stifled a laugh at this, and they exchanged knowing glances as though they were indulging in an inside joke. “oh, yeah, i remember she once bullied that kid for sitting in her seat.”

bullied?

heeseung frowned, doubtful about their claims. he reminds himself that they’re both the type of people to embellish any story for their own entertainment. “you’re wrong,” he frowns. “she wouldn’t do something like that. sh-she’s not like you. she’s different.”

ryujin’s lips extend into a smile. “how well do you think you know her?”

his frown deepened. “better than you do.” 

the pair instantly burst into cacophonous laughter that seems to poison the air in the room. 

heeseung bites his bottom lip, feeling unease swirling around at the pit of his stomach. 

“really?” ryujin defies him with a raised brow. “you really think you know her that well?”

he nods slowly.

“okay,” she tilts her head, “then where is she right now?”

heeseung’s eyes flicker to the ground. he didn’t know the answer to that question, but that wasn’t indicative of anything. “well, i-i don’t know, but… she’ll be back—”

“obviously, she ditched you. she left you, heeseung, it’s something we used to do a lot. we’d invite two or three suckers to a party, get them drunk as shit, and then make them entertain us for the next few hours.” 

his eyes widened as he fell into momentary silence, forming as many rational justifications as he could. “but… i was the one who asked her to come with me. and… and you just told me that she… she likes me.”

ryujin rolled her eyes. “the only reason yuna invited you was because we thought it’d be funny. plus, don’t get me wrong — i’m sure she likes you, but don’t put any weight on that. it’s like how a person can like a helpless puppy. it’s pity; that’s all it is.”

“th-that doesn’t mean anything.” heeseung felt discomfort sprout inside his chest, branching insidiously in his lungs and up his throat. “that has nothing to do with her! she’s… she’s an angel.”

“really?” ryujin slithered over toward him and placed a hand on his shoulder, clenching it tightly to bring their faces close. “then why’d she tell us about that letter of yours?”

heeseung felt his heart drop to his feet. “wh-what?”

“the letter you left in her locker,” ryujin continued. “what did it say again? something like…” she pretended to brainstorm, tapping her chin with a finger. “oh! right… wasn’t it something like hi, will you please teach me how to date?” ryujin giggled as taehyun joined in snickering from behind.

his breathing quickened. the letter. 

you told him you never told anyone about that. 

did you lie?

maybe they’re bluffing — you wouldn’t do that. and even if you did lie, you would have definitely told heeseung afterward, right?

“the funniest part was the fact that you signed it off like the fucking virgin-loser you are. kind regards, lee heeseu—” they cackled again, this time even louder. they continued to banter with one another by echoing the contents of the letters. 

heeseung felt himself shrink. hot tears burned his eyes as he felt their humiliation pile on and on as though they were determined in hammering him into the ground. 

“oh my god,” ryujin laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “gee, thanks for tonight’s entertainment, heeseung,” she chuckles off the rest of her amusement, “i wish i took a photo of the letter or something. so that i could share it around with—”

“no!” heeseung cried as he swallowed the lump in his throat and began to enter a swivet of panic. “d-don’t! i-i—”

“you’re shaking like a leaf!” ryujin pouts, reaching to grab his shoulder before he flinches. “it’s okay. i won’t tell anyone. unlike your girlfriend, i know how to keep secrets,” she whistled. “say, heeseung… i’m keeping a lot of secrets these days, aren’t i?” she brushed his hair with her fingers.

“even yours.”

he stopped dead, chest rising up and down as he attempted to breathe. he tried to clear his tears with rapid blinking, but it only resulted in more tears replacing the previous ones.

“don’t worry. we’ve been nice. we haven’t told her your secret yet,” she winked. 

yet?

“listen,” ryujin’s voice lowers, her finger lifting his chin so that he faces her. “i really don’t want to keep your parents waiting for too long, so i’ll say this: your girlfriend’s not a saint. she’s vicious in her own way. and if you hate us for the things we make you do, then you should hate her, too. why? because she and i are exactly the same — everything we’ve done to you, she’s done to someone else.”

“y-you’re… you’re wrong.” he turned away from her finger.

ryujin hummed once. “well, let’s face the facts.” her lips slowly lifted into a grin. “you’re alone right now, heeseung. she’s not even here. she left you. i saw her get in the car and leave just earlier. go ahead and look outside if you don’t believe me.” 

heeseung’s gaze flickered to the ground.

“but anyway,” ryujin whirls around and exchanges a smile with taehyun. “we gotta go… we wouldn’t want to stay out too late since we have an early morning, right?” she smirks. “we’ll see you tomorrow, heeseung. at the police station.”

“wh-what? why?”

“because someone ratted us out,” taehyun chimes in, eyes rolling. “so we’ll keep your secret so long as you do one more favour for us.”

you can have your puzzle back. i don't want it anymore.

“you can have your puzzle back.” your little sun says, his voice lowering into a register so low that you almost miss it. “i don’t want it anymore.”

the room remained dark as heeseung’s words hung like ghosts in dead silence.

it was deafening, the way his whisper was the softest sound you’d ever heard. you were holding your breath, fearing a reality in which i don’t want it anymore meant something beyond what you could hear at face value.

“i don’t want your stupid gift,” he croaks, burying his face in his hands, stifling a sob. “j-just… please, just leave me alone.”

finding him sitting in the dark room alone and crying made your heart shatter. it was easy to confront the idea that ryujin or taehyun had hurt him, but you weren’t equipped to face the possibility that it might have been you. the distance he was creating between the two of you allowed your inner antagonisms to fester — your chest tightened with unease, exacerbated by the pressure of fear expanding within you.

“h-heeseung,” you blurted in surprise, your throat so parched that it forced you to swallow and brace yourself for what felt like impending heartbreak. “why…”

you were so stunned that it honestly felt as though time had stopped moving for a moment. you allowed space to pour between the two of you — you let a beat pass, then two, then three, then four, and with each one that scurried by, you grew more and more apprehensive that he wasn’t going to retrace his steps. you thought there was a chance he’d backpedal his words and tell you they’d sprung from his chest in the heat of the moment, but instead, he let you soak in abject misery.

your heart sank. above everything, you were terrified — he was slipping away from you like dust between your fingertips. it wasn’t long before tears followed — they blurred your vision, no matter how many times you’d tried to dismiss them with your hands.

“h-heeseung?” you called his name softly and hoped to peel his fingers away from his face, but he flinched at your touch. in every attempt you make in closing the distance, you find that heeseung draws a line between you; each harsher than the last. he recoils at your touch, shrivels at the sound of your voice, and offers you nothing but a view of his back that shields you away. 

he was cowering from you.

it made you feel ill. sick. like the taste of bile was rising to your mouth and leaving an acidic, ghostly burn in your throat. bit by bit, your resolve was crumbling like a house of cards. 

“tell me what’s wrong,” you begged him, crouching before him on the carpet though he curled away from you. “i promise i’ll fix it, okay? i’ll fix everything.” 

“y-you can’t,” he sniffled.

you felt your throat constrict. “why not?”

“because…” heeseung finally lifted his head, and the moment your eyes locked with his bloodshot ones, it felt as though his fear, hurt, and pain ricocheted back to you tenfold and struck you like a stab to the heart. he sniffled again. “because you lied,” you saw his eyes well with tears again, “and i lied, and—” his voice became smaller. “all we do is lie to each other.”

perhaps this was what you’d always feared — that you were going to be the one to break him.

after all, you had a tendency to do precisely that. you can’t even count the number of times you’d accidentally shattered the dishes in the kitchen that your mother adored so dearly. or the number of bones you’d broken during wild dares from late nights. or the countless number of fractured friendships in your life because you never really struggled with breaking — whether they were dishes, or bones, or promises, or hearts.

was he another?

was heeseung just another one of those things you were always bound to break?

“please leave,” his voice was becoming softer, and softer, and softer, further eclipsed by his cries. you could tell he was struggling to make out his words. you could also tell that he was being honest. 

you’ve never had anyone beg you like this before.

“okay,” you whisper, tears littering the carpet. “i’ll leave.” 

unable to look at him any further, you twist on your heels. you do what you do best — you run. you run down the stairs and out the house and run and run and run, ashamed that this story has unfolded the exact way anyone could have predicted.

he hates you, you may love him, and neither of you are puzzle pieces that fit together. 

perhaps heeseung was right; perhaps you truly are sunrises and sunsets, because alike parallel lines, the two never meet. 

perhaps heeseung never taught you to heal after all. perhaps broken bones and hearts can never properly heal, the same way cuts and grazes may leave permanent scars on our bodies. perhaps your body did what it could to fix what broke, but it only took one gust of wind to retrace old scars and re-break what will always remain broken.

you’ve never been very good with your emotions.

you constantly misrepresent them. 

you smile when you’re sad, frown when you’re happy, say things you don’t mean and omit the words that you resonate deepest with. 

after the party, you cried like you have never cried before. it was a foreign, almost out-of-body experience. every emotion exploded and pierced through the thin surface they were bubbling beneath. your scathing tears had soaked everything — your eyes, your cheeks, and your pillow late through the night. the worst of it was the heaviness inside your chest that ceased to subside, one so hefty that it was the reason you felt like you were sinking to the bottom of an ocean.

it was only until the next morning that anger, the emotion you consider to be the easiest to wear, brought you the energy to pay a visit to ryujin. you were going to get the answers to all your questions. 

after all, that was what you’d learned over the years — anger is the only emotion that gets you answers.

which is why you began with ruthlessly banging your fist on her front door.

“open the door, ryujin!” you bellow.

bang! bang! bang! 

what could she have possibly said to heeseung?

bang! bang! bang! 

why? why was it that ryujin was so insistent on butting in your life?

bang! bang! bang! 

was this some form of karmic reparation? was the universe simply rescinding what should have never been yours in the first place?

you didn’t know what you were going to do. or say, for that matter. yet here you were, desperately trying to claw your way up to the surface where the sun kisses the water. to hell you were going to let this heaviness make you sink and give ryujin the satisfaction.

with no response on the other end, you began to kick the door now.

bang! bang! bang! 

“i said, open this fucking d—”

it finally swings open. 

“are you fucking nuts?” ryujin shrieks from the other side, face contorted with outrage and disbelief. she glances at the door before openly gaping at you. “what the hell? you’re going to break the fucking do—”

you waste no time in lunging toward her. you shove her with both hands, thrusting her so far behind that she lurches back and stumbles onto the floor. while sprawled on the ground, ryujin instantly snaps her head up at you and scowls. “what the fuck is wro—”

yet again, you don’t give her much time to react. you step toward her, making her scramble back before her back hits the wall. as the distance between the two of you closes, you crouch in front of her and roughly push the side of her head with a finger.

“what, ryujin?” you smirk vindictively. “did that hurt?”

her chest sharply rises heavily when she meets your icy glower. “get out.”

though she attempts to pick herself up from the floor, you harshly grip her shoulder and force her back down. you reach over and tap her cheek condescendingly, your voice now a lowly whisper. 

“how funny,” you scoff, head tilted. “i thought i told you to stay out of my life.”

she grits her teeth. “i said, get out.”

“why should i? you’re the one who keeps insisting on getting involved in my shit.” 

“you’re batshit.” she gapes at you. “is this about that dweeb?”

“his name is heeseung.” you snap at her, bunching the collar of her shirt in your fist. you yank her toward you, your other fist lifted and curled.

ryujin barks out a dry laugh when her eyes flit to the sight of your fist. “you’re going to punch me?” she snickers again in disbelief. the sight of her grin makes your fist tighten under her shirt. anger. you felt your anger simmer at cautionary temperatures and slowly branch up in your neck to your face. 

“what did you do to him?” you grit your teeth, breathing slowly to control your emotions. 

it was difficult, because you felt as though she relished at the sight of your anger. she must have recognised your most familiar emotion and felt as though you had shifted back into becoming your old self. you saw it in the way her lips curled, and the way her brows had lifted, and most notably, in the way her eyes paraded a small, tiny, starry glint that conveyed her amusement.

it made you wonder if she was doing this all intentionally. 

just to get a reaction out of you.

just to get something.

“it wasn’t exactly what we did to him,” she smirked. “it was what he did to himself, really.”

“where’s taehyun?” you reach over and slowly comb your fingers through her hair, before closing your fist and grasping a bundle of her strands, jerking her head backwards. “i want him to see your face all battered up. you know, before i beat the living shit out of him, too.” 

she sneers at you. “why don’t you ask heeseung? i’m sure he’ll know exactly where taehyun is.”

you narrow your eyes at her. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“they’re probably together right now.”

heeseung and taehyun? together?

you scoff. “what?”

she stifles a laugh, and there it is again — that glint. like a tiny star amidst a midnight canvas. you could feel the anger grow like an inferno within you. that glint was pestering you; it was almost begging for you to reach over and extinguish it. you grip her hair harsher, this time yanking her head backward. 

she yelps as you pin her down with a glower. “tell me where.” 

she hisses at the pain of your grip on her hair and narrows her eyes. “police station, obviously,” she spat with a glare.

her eyes met yours, where your confusion must have been evident. those midnight eyes turned with patronising pity. “wow,” she remarked sarcastically. “the idiot still hasn’t told you.”

“ryujin,” you lean toward her and hiss slowly, with the intended effect that each syllable augments your hostility, “say one more thing about him and i’ll bash your skull against the cement.”

“now tell me,” you hiss, “what are they doing at the police station?” though your words appeared to be laced with composed venom, the truth remained that your heart had begun to drum. everything was coming at a surprise — you couldn’t imagine what would ever bring heeseung to a police station, though you could enumerate a thousand reasons for taehyun.

“like i said, heeseung did it to himself.” 

not satisfied with her answer, you yank her hair again and this time she attempts to strike you with her free arm, but you grab her wrist and desist her from doing so. she winces when you pull her hair tighter, prompting her to quickly open her mouth and elaborate. “okay, okay!” she cries. “he was the one who agreed to take the drug test for taehyun!”

your lips drop into a frown. “what?”

“then the police found out, okay?” she seethed. “we needed him to come in and deny everything. happy?”

you stopped in confusion. what the hell was she talking about? as you sifted through the many thoughts that raced in your mind, you finally froze when you began to comprehend the situation.

you remember now. it was that day — the day you’d first met heeseung in the school hallway, when taehyun had set his eyes upon and sunken his claws into his latest victim. 

taehyun was a drug user, and when he was finally caught by the school, he was mandated to perform probationary urine tests. he constantly evaded these tests by intimidating somebody into giving him fake samples. this was common practice, and it just so happened that heeseung was his chosen victim the day you two had first met.

heeseung never told you that.

he never told you that he went through with it.

“i mean, maybe if he’d kept his mouth shut or done a better job at peeing in a fucking cup, things wouldn’t be like this. in saying that, whose fault is it really?” ryujin rambled on, rubbing salt to the wound as your anger multiplied. “it was still fun at least. especially when we got to talk about you.” 

your hand balled into a tighter fist.

“me?” you pin her down with a dark gaze. “what the fuck did you say about me?”

she shrugs smugly. you watched as a sly smile slithered to her lips and her eyes pooled with shiny darkness. “nothing that wasn’t true.”

your heart drops to your feet.

“you know, it’s funny,” ryujin stifles a laugh, “because he denied it at first. said that you were…” she lifts her hands and uses her fingers to show quotation marks, “different.” you felt your anxiety pierce and gush into your stomach. “we laughed in his face. different, my ass. you didn’t tell him, did you? that you’re actually as much of a piece of shit as we are. he even called you an angel, you know that?”

angel.

“so we decided to set the record straight and we told him what he had the right to know.” she giggled. “you didn’t forget, did you?”

you stared.

“the letter,” she reminds you. “he was so embarrassed i think that was when he started to cry.”  

you froze.

the letter.

fuck.

you wanted nothing more than to run to heeseung and clarify the misunderstanding as best that you could. you wanted to talk to him. hold him. apologise and tell him you’d never intentionally hurt him. that it was an accident — that you lied, yes, but you just didn’t want him to feel embarrassed at that time. that it was a lapse in judgement.

but for some reason, something holds you back.

anger.

anger holds you back. 

the thing about anger is that while it may be your most familiar emotion, it is also the most paralysing of them all. and when it’s combined with resentment, it becomes insidious. the reality about anger is that it exists only in the absence of control, a dangerous condition to find yourself in.

nevertheless, you feel that way.

you feel out of control. 

helpless. angry. frustrated.

why? because that glint is still there. the gleaming, ostentatious star in her eyes that flounces around in her own delight. mocking you. 

ryujin is staring at you expectantly, anticipating your reaction.

you know that she’s waiting for you to punch her. to show her you prefer fists over words. to show her you have not changed in the slightest. everything she has done is aimed to get a rise out of you; she doesn’t care about anything else but avenging the fact you had tossed your friendship to the side — that you had tossed her aside. 

in this moment, you realise that no matter how hard you try, you know that ryujin has won. she doesn’t even need to try very hard to show you that you will never be able to change into a better person. your efforts have come to naught. even now, you are held by anger; you want it to control you — even if it means reversing everything heeseung had taught you about not acting upon your impulses; about not fighting fire with fire. 

you wonder how heeseung would react if he found out what you’d done today. that you’d allowed anger to override you and that you had already used your hands on ryujin. 

you pushed her, shoved her to the ground and pulled her hair without a second thought.

after all, you’d proven her right — you are still the same person. 

how would he react? 

these very thoughts loosen your grip on ryujin’s collar.

you slowly retract your hands from her, feeling the heaviness inside your chest gnaw at you. why are you stooping to her level? as you swallow and salvage whatever amount of sense you have left, you shake your head and slowly rise to your feet.

if heeseung saw you now, he’d probably be scared.

he’d probably see them in you.

your sudden withdrawal makes ryujin freeze. she seems taken off guard. she watches you suspiciously as you attempt to compose yourself, noticeably irked by your lack of response. “you’re… not going to hit me?” she hesitates, sitting up slowly. 

“ryujin, you and i are done.” you attempt to stabilise your shaky breaths. for some reason, focusing on heeseung helps your mind from spinning. he’s your anchor and when you use him as your moral compass, he brings the clarity you need. “for real this time.”

“what?” ryujin splutters with disbelief. she pauses, openly gawking. “what the fuck?” she scrambles to her feet and storms over toward you before abruptly shoving you into the door — the impact thunders down your spine and instantly releases a grunt from you, head spinning. 

���hit me!” she taunts you by sneering in your face. “i made your little boy cry. hit me.”

“if he wanted me to, i honestly would,” you spit at her. “you should thank him you’re not bleeding out right now.” 

she yells as you storm away from her house and it occurs to you that there’s really only one person you want to see right now.

you want to tell him that he was right.

you are different from ryujin after all.

and you will do whatever it takes to stray further and further away from being anything remotely similar.

‘you never know.’ ‘you might wake up one day and find that the sun is gone.’ ‘and then it’s like, poof — no more sunsets.’

heeseung was right.

the day you two had first met, you laughed and called him a loser for taking photos of the sunset. after all, he was attempting to immortalise something that was already a cosmic promise. 

honestly, you didn’t get it.

what was the point of taking a photo of something he could see every day?

you realise now that he was right all along – it really was possible to wake up one day and find the sun gone.

everybody just has a different idea of what the sun is to them. for you, yours disappeared when you realised heeseung was doing whatever it took to avoid you over the weekend.

your texts were left unanswered. 

calls were sent to voicemail.

he was shutting you out.

you tried to visit his house on sunday morning, but his mother faced you with a regretful smile and asked you not to come in. you didn’t know what else you could do because he seemed to close down every avenue you pursued.

you were so eager on monday morning to see him at school. you were an hour and a half early as you roamed everywhere, attempting to control your nerves. you didn’t know whether or not you should have waited at the school entrance, or by his locker, or just outside the classroom door. 

it didn't matter, because he was late. 

you were already halfway through the day when you had almost given up, though you got your first glimpse of him in days when he had finally showed up.

he looked almost as horrible as you did.

the darkness under his eyes had grown. his brown hair was fluffy and in plain disarray compared to how he usually styled it. his eyes were so puffy that it looked like he’d been crying all weekend, the same way you had. you tried to catch his eyes, but he didn’t return your gaze and instead slid into his desk quietly with his shoulders slumped.

there was a pang in your chest. his appearance made guilt expand within you. 

did you do the impossible? did you break the sun and make it rain? 

when class finished, you waited outside the door and stopped him when he tried to leave. it was only then that he finally looked back at you and you felt your heart stop. it took you all the strength to not cry, so you snaked a hand around his wrist and led the way to the school’s court garden. 

“heeseung,” you faced him when you both stopped at a quiet place inside the open garden. his gaze was affixed to the grass beneath his shoes, so you took a deep breath and let the words flow from your chest.

“heeseung, i’m so sorry for lying to you about the letter.” 

he didn’t reply.

it stung to hear silence on the other end because you weren’t used to it. you were used to heeseung’s warmth; his smiles, his laughs, and the bright stars in his eyes. instead, he seemed to have retreated back into a shell of dejection.

you gulped and fiddled with your hands. “i-i should have told you the truth. ryujin saw it, yes, but it wasn’t because i showed her. i-i just… she was there when i found it in my locker. that’s it. it’s not an excuse for lying, but i promise i would never intentionally embarrass you.”

you waited for his response and still found silence. this was when panic slowly crept up inside you. 

“i-i really fucked up when i lied to you. i just didn’t want to embarrass you, and the more time that went on, the weirder it felt to bring it up. but i should have told you the truth. i’m sorry, heeseung.”

there was a pause before he finally lifted his head.

“stop apologising,” he whispered so gently you almost missed it. 

“wh-what?”

“it was here,” he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and roamed the area with his eyes. “i-i think it was here when you told me to stop apologising to people. you said i said sorry too much.” 

god, you felt relief in your chest, it felt nice to hear his voice again. you were worried he might never talk to you again.

as you briefly considered his answer, you glanced around and recognised the bench you two had sat on when he’d tried to confess to lia. he was right — it was exactly here that you two had your first real conversation. your stomach twisted. he always remembers everything.

“i’m really sorry for ignoring you over the weekend.” heeseung finally returned your stare, and once your eyes had met, you felt your heart squeeze at the sight of misery in his pretty eyes. you hate the sight of him like this. this must be one of the worst things you’ve ever done. you wanted nothing more than for the rain to stop and the clouds to pave way for your sunshine.

“i-i just needed some space,” he continued gently. “and actually… mom thought it was a better idea for her to take my phone, so i didn’t see your texts.”

“oh,” you replied, noticing the distant tone in his voice. “it’s okay, heeseung. i understand.”

“but, um… i did a lot of thinking,” he says, smiling weakly.

you smiled back, though trepidation edged along your nerves. “o-okay.”

his eyes diverted to the side. “i… i wasn’t sad over the weekend because of the letter. i—” you saw his eyes flicker upwards toward the sky, as though he was attempting to contain his tears. “i-i think… i was just upset because…” he bit on his lips as you watched him deliberate over his next words. your heart was beating faster and faster at the possibility this may be the last conversation you ever have with him. it was selfish, but you didn’t know if that would be manageable for you. 

because even if he didn’t need you, you needed him.

“because i didn’t tell you about taehyun,” his lips fell into a sad frown. “thing is, i… i was really embarrassed about it. and… well, i-i…” he took a deep, shaky breath.

you knew he was gathering as much courage as he could to speak with you.

“i just really, really, really hate embarrassing myself in front of the person that i like.”

he finally looked up at you and everything in you stopped. blood felt like the crackling of lightning in your veins. every other sound seemed to dull into a deafening silence.

“to clarify, th-that’s you. y-you’re the person that i like. a lot. i like you really a lot— that... doesn’t make sense,” he winced at himself, eyes shut tightly. “i’m sorry, i… i sound so stupid right now.” he slumped his shoulders. 

“heeseung, i—”

“wait. p-please let me continue,” he looked up at you through his glasses and you fell straight into his deer-like eyes.

“okay,” you whispered. “go on.” 

“i… i just want to be good enough for you,” he finally admitted and you felt everything around you crash. him? good enough for you? he already was; he was more than enough. you were the one struggling to catch up with him. “be someone you can depend on. someone you can trust and be proud of.”

“heeseung,” you step toward him and clasp his hands with yours, forcing him to look back at you. “you’re right. you really do sound stupid.”

“h-huh?” he peered up at you as you saw panic flicker like disco lights in his eyes. “i-i’m sorry, i… i just wanted to come clean and not lie to you anymore. i’m really sorry for pressuring you, i—”

“no,” you shook your head, silencing him immediately. “it’s not because of that.” 

you dropped his hands and slid yours in the spaces under his arms where you could wrap around his waist and embrace him into a tight hug. he instantly froze while you allowed yourself to melt into him, your face in his chest.

“fuck,” you mumbled against his uniform, inhaling the scent of his laundry powder. “i missed you like crazy.” 

his heart was hammering inside his chest and you squeezed yourself tighter, finding solace in the synchronicity of your beat with his. 

“two days and i felt like i was going insane,” you gripped his blazer tightly, “i… i thought you hated me.” 

“hate you? n-no way…” 

a stupidly wide smile stretched across your lips. slowly, you noticed heeseung was beginning to return your embrace. his arms slowly found their way to your back, and once they rested on your body, you allowed yourself to take a proper breath, engraving memories associated with his scent.

“i like you too, dummy,” you mumbled against the fabric. “ceaselessly. probably way more than you like me.”

“you—”

“yes, me.”

“y-you… you really like me? for real?”

when you release him, his bewildered expression makes you instantly erupt into a fit of laughter. he seems to take this as an indication that you’re messing him because of the way lips return into a point.

“are you kidding?” you scoffed playfully, grabbing his face and cradling it with both hands, his soft skin against yours. “you make it ridiculously easy to.”

“a-are you serious?” he pointed to himself, lashes batting innocently. “you really like me? me? heeseung? you like lee heeseung? you know i’m heeseung, right?”

you stare, astounded by his reaction. “you’re crazy.”

“no, i just told you i’m heeseung,” he deadpanned.

idiot. “yes, heeseung. you. i like you like crazy. it’s sickening how much i do.”

heeseung watched you expressionless for a moment before you watched his face explode with sunshine. speckles of gold dust returned to his eyes and twinkled like constellations. his smile swept his face and instantly made your heart thump out your ears. 

“you’re not lying, right? you really like me? and it’s definitely because of my bowties, right?”

you almost wanted to groan aloud and slap yourself in the face, but you stifled down this desire and shook your head instead. sickening, you thought to yourself. his sunshine is so sickeningly sweet.

and if there’s one thing about you — it’s that you have a sweet tooth; and heeseung is a taste you have been dying to have.

“yes. it’s definitely the bowties. they’re basically chick magnets,” you remarked, a smirk forming. “do you know what happens to chick magnets?”

heeseung quickly shook his head. 

you smiled. “they get devoured.”

heeseung’s brows slightly furrowed, his head tilted to the side in what appeared to be confusion. he blinked, not quite understanding your implication.

“in other words, i’m going to kiss you.” 

that, he understood. 

heeseung’s eyes instantly rounded like saucers. “h-huh?”

“i know you heard me,” you took a step toward him, circling your arms around the back of his neck to ring him in close. he blushed at the proximity, and if you were being honest, so did you.

frankly, you were more nervous than you’d thought you would be. this was the fastest and hardest you’d ever felt your heart beat; it almost threatened to leap up through your throat. 

perhaps it was because heeseung was an expert at annihilating everything you thought you knew about yourself. he was great at that: showing you that you were much further from who you thought you were, and close to who you thought you could never be. there were no more first, second, third, and fourth experiences anymore. just a life before him and after him.

when you felt his breath nearing and the heat from his chest, you thought your head spun for a moment.  it felt as though the distance between your lips were simultaneously the closest and farthest distances apart. it wasn’t until he sighed – a release of just the faintest, softest breath — that the sound swept through your chest like a hurricane, and you felt everything within you topple over.

your whole body sank forward into his and you kissed him. you shut your eyes and did what you feared most — you opened up your heart to him and let everything you had within you flow out so that he could feel every inch of your warmth and sincerity. you led the movement first, noticing the way he tried to mimic your movements. he was slow and uncertain at first, until he followed through with what felt right. 

when he began to kiss you back, it felt like fireworks shattered within you. you instantly softened when he looped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly, because there was no safer feeling than being in his arms.

you knew it.

heeseung is good at everything he tries. 

when the kiss deepened, you thought he tasted like he fell from the clouds and the stars. like stardust and eternity and endlessness. you liked the taste of that. all you’ve ever known are temporary people, the leaving and the waiting and the hoping, so it makes all the more sense when you crumble and melt at the taste of forever and focus on carving this memory onto your soul. 

you couldn’t deny it any further — you were falling in love with him. in fact, you’d fallen down a slippery slope that led you into a pit with no way of crawling yourself out. 

when your lips pull away, you’re both panting for a proper breath. it isn’t until your eyes meet that the world stops moving and something warm ignites like a candle. 

you allowed time to pass you by as your eyes raked every feature of his face; drinking in his beauty, indulging in the rare moment you were able to admire him so closely. you felt bewitched by the way the sunlight gently radiated his features; they shone through the sky and struck him like a spotlight, even in broad daylight. being this close to him brought forward all of his prettiest, most finely drawn features – the mole on the left side of his lips, his long, wispy lashes, and the slight scrunch of his brows. 

you should’ve stopped, but you couldn’t, because he was prettier the longer you stared.

time slowed while you were slipping further and further into an enchanting spell.

falling.

you always hated that — the sensation of falling. being out of control; being helpless. but somehow, with heeseung it felt different — you were falling through time and space and the stars and the sky and everything in between. it was really beautiful. 

you’ve been falling for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. you fell until it no longer felt like falling, but flying.

“heeseung, you’re really bad at kissing, you know that?” 

you felt so bad when his entire face fell and he looked at you with complete horror. “wh-what?” 

you placed a finger on his lips to keep him from talking. “since you’re so bad, i think you need a few more lessons,” you smiled. “let’s ditch school and go to back to mine. you know, for education’s sake.” you winked.

heeseung tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, smiling shyly. “o-okay.”

fin.

a/n: and then they went home and watched Star Wars :) ANYWAYS. guys u do not understand I actually went thru 32842378 cycles of frustration, anger, and giddiness while trying to wrap this series up. I'm not lying when I say I have about 6 different versions of this chapter, but I decided to keep it simple and straight to the point because ultimately that's what I felt triage was all about :) if you came here looking for genuine dating tips& got lost im sorry i can’t help u cos I'm in my healing era (subtext: literally no man wants me). but anyways I hope this series brought you a little bit of joy some way or another. I honestly had the best time writing it ^^ all the best! hope i to see u in my future works too! thanks for reading! love u so much! <3 (also feedback would be vv nice if u have the time!) MWAH

also, i’ll probably write bonus chapters every time i miss this story so lmk if u wanna be tagged in those ^^

back to masterlist.

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[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 such a sure thing, aonung.

✶ pairings: aonung x sully!reader

✶ warnings: awkward attempt at fluff, apologizing, rivals to friends but there’s something more, reader takes the place of neteyam but is slightly more assertive and even more prone to violence, aonung is a simp in the making and reader is here for a good time not a hard time, uppercase intended!

✶ word count: 1k

✶ na’vi glossary: payoang – fish, skxawng – idiot.

✶ a/n: second fic on this profile! this is a little something i just had rotting in my notes app since like early february, it was more self indulgent at first but since i currently don’t have a single creative bone in my body i’ve decided to feed u guys with whatever this is while i try to rack up more ideas for future fics. happy reading! :-)

“What is going on here?”

You called out with a panicked lilt to your voice, the sand shifting beneath your feet and between your toes as you hurriedly marched towards the commotion.

You’d heard the stern yet desperate voice of your little sister, Kiri, yelling at someone– or maybe more than one– to ‘leave us alone’.

Your voice and Kiri’s did nothing to stop them, however, as the teens continued to poke and prod at your siblings as nothing but wicked laughter and unabashed insults left their mouths.

With a sharp exhale, you stomped up to Aonung and shoved him as hard as your strength could allow you to, which effectively caught him off guard. The braids that frame your face swayed from side to side dramatically, and almost comically so, beads audibly thudding against each other.

You thought about doing more than just shoving him, thinking that maybe full on linebacking him with the intent to injure would’ve definitely been more satisfactory in your taste, but you knew the numerous consequences that would swarm around your head like the annoying flies your father talked to you about.

Aonung stumbled back a few at the force of your push, resulting in everyone shifting their attention towards you. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but was replaced by a sly smirk as quick as it came, more arrogance emitting from him. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, his ears were tucked back against his head, as if he was embarrassed at getting shoved so hard and nearly falling on his ass. As he should be.

“Back off.. Now,” You stepped closer, digging a strong navy blue finger into his sternum. Both of your faces merely inches apart as your big amber eyes peered courageously back into his baby blue ones, stern gaze never once faltering. Such a shame, you thought, that such beautiful eyes belonged to someone so awful.

“And so help me Eywa, if I ever catch you–” You then turned to the rest of his gang, making sure to lock eyes with every single one of them, “or ANY of you lay a finger on my siblings ever again, you all will be down to 2 on each hand. Then we can discuss who the real freak is.” You say carefully, making sure each and every one of them heard your words.

“That is a promise.”

The irritated look in your eyes and the occasional flare of your nostrils assured him that you were dead serious, he had no doubt in his mind you were. The rough, accented edge to your voice made goosebumps rise from his skin. Aonung locked eyes with you once more, pupils dilating as you both gazed into each other’s eyes.

It was then that time seemed to melt between the both of you. A beautiful baby blue swimming in pools of striking amber.

If you weren’t huffing angrily with adrenaline running through your veins, you probably wouldn’t have missed the light dust of pink that bloomed upon his teal cheeks. After a beat of silence, Aonung relaxed and passively looked off to the side, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Good choice.”

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 ✿̅

It was nearing eclipse, the pinks and oranges of the sunny horizon reflected back into your wide, yet tired eyes. You were laid snug on your stomach by the shore, the foam of the waves kissing your hands as the grains of sand stuck snug against your tummy. The only thing that filled your senses were the waves crashing against the sand, the soft singing wind, and the odd saltiness and humidity that filled the air– which was something you’d barely gotten used to. Nonetheless, it was still comforting.. in a sense.

That was, until, the hairs on the back of your neck stood. You felt a shift in the atmosphere, almost as if someone else were there with you. Cautiously, you peeled your eyes away from the ocean and looked to your right immediately, only to find Aonung standing a great distance from you, not too far yet not too close either.

But it was still a bit too close for your liking.

His questionable behavior gained a look of confusion from you, as you sat up from your previous position to sit on your haunches. “..Hello? What is it?” You say, concerned at his sudden arrival, yet irritated at your alone time being disturbed by some ocean-dwelling creep who couldn’t keep his comments to himself. “If you say some dumb shit to me Aonung I swear–” At the expense of your words, he shuffled closer to your hunched form, sitting beside you at a pace so slow you were so sure he thought you were going to lunge at him.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trust yourself not to.

Aonung was so close that his arm occasionally grazed yours, making goosebumps arise from your skin at the foreign yet oddly calming contact. To your surprise, it didn’t bother you one bit. In an attempt to distract yourself from the extremely awkward encounter, you tediously wiped off the sand that dug into your stomach and thighs.

“Sorry. I have come to.. apologize?”

His revelation earned him a look of surprise, your eyebrows shot up immediately and your back straightened along with them. Your beads thudded together in unison at how quick you looked at him. “Are you asking me, or are you telling me?” You quipped, almost not believing the words that were said to you.

“I am telling you, skxawng.” He shot back quickly, his eyes trailing from the waves to your big ones; the ones that stared back at him, the ones that held so much emotion– yet he couldn’t figure out what they were. With a sigh, he averted his attention, finding the dangly bits of his loincloth to be much more interesting. “I apologize for acting that way towards you and your siblings. I was confused over everything, the sudden arrival of your family, and–as the future Olo’eyktan–protective of my clan, but I had nowhere else to air my feelings. So I took them out.. on all of you... I am so sorry.”

His voice wavered a little at the end of his statement, alarming you a great amount as you’ve never heard him get to this point before. Whether it was from embarrassment or if he was genuinely about to start bawling, you didn’t have a clue.

After a beat of silence, you shuffled closer and placed a gentle four-fingered hand on his back– hoping that your small gesture spoke enough words so that you didn’t have to. You heard his breath hitch a bit, and you hoped you hadn’t crossed any boundaries and made him uncomfortable. That thought was quickly replaced when he hadn’t made any plans to move away or to slap your hand away from him.

With a sigh, you gave a stiff pat to his back, making him look back at you with an expression you couldn’t read even if you tried. The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you locked eyes with him, only to look back at the beautiful view in front of you both. He never looked away from you, though, tracing your delicate features with his eyes.

He wouldn’t admit it aloud–not yet at least– but he thought you were beautiful. Despite you not looking like the Metkayina he was so used to seeing, and barely even your own, you were still pretty in your own weird way.

You weren’t yet ready to forgive him completely, as insults like those were like stones to your heart; but you were sure that amends could be made, and that people can change for the greater good.

“You’re good, payoang..” Your tone was light and airy when you responded, resulting in something weird happening to his poor, poor heart. He’d never heard your voice in a tone as gentle as this, only hearing your rough shouts, sneers, and the occasional threatening.

Aonung chuckled softly at the odd nickname, yet welcomed it nonetheless. He can admit, it was fair game with how many times he’d call you weird names, but this one seemed a bit more intimate.. had a bit more weight to it. “We’re good... but actions speak louder than words. I need you to respect my brother and my sister.”

“If you disrespect them, you disrespect me.”

Aonung nodded so quick you thought he would get a severe case of whiplash. “Yes, yes, I understand.” He was starting to become hyperaware of his surroundings, the hand that was still placed on his back felt like searing hot coal, but he didn’t dare flinch away.

“You are so, so pretty when you don’t threaten my life.” He said breathlessly, as if he was genuinely in awe of you, your appearance, your everything. It caught you off guard, the sudden confession, but the corners of your mouth quivered upwards into a bashful smile as a soft chuckle bubbled from your throat.

You felt shy under his gaze all of a sudden, dipping your chin downwards to look away from him, to get away from those eyes that held such intense emotion.

“Skxawng.”

[moonchildstyles]

announcement/sneak peek

happy spooky season everyone!!

ive never had the time to do something like this, but ive finally timed it all right and I'll be posting a halloween/spooky centered fic for this season! and, for the first time ever, I'm trying out a mini-series kind of format! if its something ppl like and interact with ill def consider doing this more!

anywayyyyyyyy, starting next friday, the 13th, on patreon I will begin posting my new mini-series called Oleander for early access! two weeks later on friday, the 27th, tumblr will begin the story!

it's a three part mini series with darker themes and ideas than ive ever worked with before! i don't usually spoil too much of the stories but ! this is another vamp h story!! very different from my previous vamp h though!!!

this will be my last big piece of writing for the year before I go on my break, and I'm so excited for you guys to get to read it and get to know this new story!

under the cut, I have a sneak peek attached! I also have a Pinterest board you can look at if you want to get a feel for the story!

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She hadn't misremembered, it appeared. His eyes really were almost black, just barely tinted a forest green—if the forest in question was being spotted in the pitch of night, only a sliver of the moon and stars above allowing any clarification.

Her heart jumped in her throat, running faster than it had any reason to when their eyes met. She forced herself to swallow it down.

"Sorry, sir," she muttered, unable to pull her gaze away from his even if she instinctively wanted to look anywhere else. "Did you find all you were looking for?" 

"I did, yes." His voice was a lulling rumble, rounded and heady as if the goal was to lure her nearer. If not for the table separating them, she would have fallen for it.

Offering a quiet smile, she gave him a polite nod. 

No other words were exchange, as per usual for his visits. The Count wasn't much for conversation and idle chatter like the rest of the village. Instead, she could feel him watching her as she counted up his herbs and the price of each bundle. 

He was buying the same ones he always did: winter savory (he switched to chamomile when out of season), tobacco, and lavender. 

The buds together created a confusing scent, adding to the mishmash of what the apothecary already was. She couldn't imagine that he would put these three together in any space of that castle, the mixture too aggressive. 

Though she tired her best to concentrate on only the herbs, (Y/N) was too aware of the static of his presence. She wondered what he thought when he came down to the village, what he thought when he interacted with people like her. He was always so stoic. He never gave anything away, though that didn't stop the village gossip from running wild about him.

Swallowing around her dry throat, heartbeat bubbling against her ribs, she matched his gaze. The pricing for his bounty came out on buzzing lips, "Sixteen shillings please, sir." 

He didn't bat an eyelash at the price despite it being the biggest single purchase her father's apothecary would see until the next time he ventured down. Instead, he looked at her with his dark eyes and a tic in his jaw. He was unbearably handsome, made of cut edges and smooth planes, but he always looked at her as if he were angry and working to bury it down. She could never figure out why or what exactly made his nostrils flare or his jaw tight when he spoke to her, but she hoped she wasn't the only one he reacted to like this. 

His hands moved quickly, pulling out a small pouch of tinkling coins before he plucked out the exact amount for her. For a moment, she could see bank notes tucked inside the pouch as well. While she wasn't surprised that someone like him would have that kind of wealth, she had never seen it before with her own eyes. 

Passing off the change to her, his pale fingers grazed her open palm. Goosebumps immediately raised across her skin, his touch feeling as if he had been standing in the dawn's dew for hours, allowing the chill to cling to his skin and leach away all hope for warmth. The graze was quick, barely a heartbeat long, but she swore she could feel the lingering touch for moments after. Maybe he really did have a hard time navigating the village when the fog was this thick, having traveled in winding route and wrong turns for so long he still hadn't been able to heat up even after spending time in the shop. 

Flicking her gaze up to his on instinct, she saw he was looking at swatches of skin exposed from her dress, eyeing the goosebumps he had plucked up on accident. 

(Y/N) cleared her throat, nothing more than a reminder to herself to keep professional and not to gawk at the man. She placed the change in the small cup underneath the collection counter before reaching for his herbs of choice. A length of twine was used to tie up the bundle, ensuring he didn't lose anything on his way back home. 

"Thank you," he muttered once she passed them back, their skin no longer grain this time. 

"Have a pleasant journey back home," she chirped, her voice decidedly pleasant against the bubbling she was feeling inside, "Stay warm." 

The Count didn't give any kind of reaction to her before he was leaving the shop in a flourish. Taking advantage of the window at her disposal, she watched as he ventured out into the fog. The mist mingled around him, making him appear as if he were a ghost, one with the Earth-bound clouds. She was only vague aware of the way her body heat ticked up some now that he had left. 

Though she could hear the sound of footsteps descending the stairs that led up to their home a floor above, (Y/N)'s head was outside the shop and away from her father. She didn't turn even when she could tell he had made it to the landing. He was used to it by now, she knew. Her head was always miles away as far as he was concerned—thinking too big for the village and that was only going to hurt her in the long run. 

The air around her shifted, telling her that her father was just behind her, likely watching to see what had caught her attention this time. 

"Is that Harry?" he grumbled, spitting out the name while dismissing the faux-title since they were alone. 

Her father didn't much like the Count—Harry, as he bitterly spat out. (Y/N) was never sure what had set off her father's distaste for the man, just knowing that he thought him to be something of a boogeyman against the village. He didn't even go to church, her father regularly complained. What kind of man was he if he couldn't even bother to trudge down from his palace to spend some time with God, even if it was in the presence of commoners? 

(Y/N) never really minded. Though she'd never tell her father, church was boring. She couldn't blame Harry—the Count, whatever she was supposed to call him—for skipping out. Especially with the peeks a the castle she could garner if she trekked through the woods far enough. She wouldn't want to leave that place for anything. 

Nonetheless, (Y/N) answered with a soft, "Yes." Her eyes were still locked on the form of him she could barely make out through the mist. 

A grunt of disapproval left her father's lips. She didn't have to look at him to know that he had his arms crossed over his chest. "Are you okay?" 

It was when he settled a hand on her shoulder that she snapped out of her staring. 

"Yes, I'm well," she answered as placidly as possible when she turned to face him. She didn't want to show just how affected she was by the Count. Her father would do more than just grunt and disapprove if he knew just how drawn to the man as she was. 

He peered through the window, his eyes surely finding the one dark figure filtering through the fog. His brows slanted into harsh slashes over his eyes. "I want you to come and find me when he comes in from now on. I don't want him talking with you, anymore." 

Her fingertips buzzed at the new instructions, matching the kickstart to her heartbeats. As much as she heard her father's concerns, and had listened in to all the of the stories and webs spun about this man, those did little to deter her interest in Harry or quell the bubbling in her chest every time she saw him step inside the apothecary. 

"I can handle him, father," she countered, trying to sound as uninterested as possible while attempting to hold her ground, "We barely talk when he comes in, anyway." 

The creases between his brows only deepened when he matched her gaze. "I do not want you becoming one of his victims, (Y/N)."

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[mychemicalrachel]

THE LONGEST NIGHT

Part One.

Much to Adam’s dismay, jail cells in real life were pretty much the same as they showed on TV. The old iron bars, warm under his sweaty palms, and the uncomfortable bench seat screwed to the brick wall, and the single dirty toilet, currently occupied in the corner.

He couldn’t believe this. He’d always been a believer in making his own luck– fate didn’t have any place in a realist's life– but this…

This was nothing but bad fucking luck.

He didn’t belong here, he didn’t deserve this. Sure, Adam had made bad decisions in his life; he was human after all. But nothing on the long trek to DC had warranted this kind of torture.

The man on the toilet grunted and a smell like rotten sewage filled the tiny cell.

No. Adam did not belong here.

He adjusted his argyle sweater vest, an old thing he’d picked up at Goodwill when he was still in high school and at least two sizes smaller. The collar felt suffocating against his throat.

“Excuse me,” Adam tried again for the umpteenth time, and then louder, “Excuse me. Officer. There’s been a mistake. I don’t belong here. If you could just–”

“Christ on a cracker,” someone swore behind him. “Please, for the love of God, would you just shut the fuck up?”

It took Adam a slow second to place the voice and when he did, he grimaced. He’d been here since before Adam was brought in– long legs stretched out across the bench like he was paying rent, dark jeans and a ripped muscle shirt, black boots big enough to squash Adam like a bug. A long time ago, he would have intimidated Adam. Now, Adam just frowned. This was the sort of guy who definitely belonged here.

His tattooed arm lifted only enough so he could peek at Adam from underneath.

“Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“And some of us,” Adam said pointedly, “are trying to go home.”

The man sighed and his arm fell back to shield his gaze. “Give it up, dude. They’re not letting you out tonight.”

He was probably right, but Adam was not prepared to admit defeat so soon. If only he could call someone– but who? Adam was alone. He’d been alone for a long time.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Adam said again. His persistence was all he had. If he could convince himself, perhaps he could convince everyone else here, too.

“Hmm,” the handsome stranger said– and absently Adam wondered when he’d decided the stranger was handsome. “But the rest of us belong here?”

“Probably,” Adam admitted. “Maybe. It depends on what you did to get locked up.”

“Locked up,” he snorted. “You almost sound like a real criminal.” Apparently giving up on his nap, the man sat up. The crowded bench immediately became less crowded now that he was only taking up enough space for his ass instead of all six plus feet of his lean frame. His blue eyes appraised Adam as he patted the vacated space beside him.

Adam pretended to consider it for a second, then sat down.

Up close, the stranger smelled like beer and cigarettes. The snakeskin tattoo covering his arm brushed against Adam’s, making his skin crawl, goosebumps arising beneath the sleeves of his button-down.

“So?” he asked.

“So…?” Adam repeated.

“So,” he said again, “how did a guy like you end up stuck in here with all us delinquents?”

Adam squirmed. “Solicitation.”

There was a pause and then the man was grinning. His eyes crinkled, laugh lines appearing around his pink lips. “Bullshit,” he said. “You’re wearing a sweater vest. You’re not a prostitute.”

“No,” Adam said, “I’m not. But hey, maybe you can tell Deputy Dumbass since he doesn’t seem to believe me.” The deputy in question leaned back at his desk, attention caught by the black and white western playing on an old television that was probably older than Adam. His frustration flared again. “My car died a few miles back. I was trying to hitch a ride and apparently I picked the wrong car. Officer Shitbag thought I was propositioning him and next thing I know, I’m being read my rights and carted off to–”

Fuck. This wasn’t DC, that was for damn sure, but Adam didn’t even know what city he was in. Did it really matter?

The handsome stranger laughed again, a sound that managed to be both mocking and sympathetic, as brusque as it was bewitching. Adam liked it.

“So?” Adam bumped the man’s shoulder, earning another lopsided grin. It felt dangerous, like gliding on the edge of a knife. It was almost enough to take this night from bad to better. “Your turn,” he said. “What did you do to end up here?”

[ohhxdile]

hello :D

If possible can you do a fic on Sam Sulek and the reader ( female ) going on a shopping date and you know he offers to carry your bags and stuff 🥹

Or ( I have so many thoughts about him gosh 🥰)

A fic where they went a trip to Disney world and they have a lovely day together ( I’m screaming ☺️ this thought makes me so happy)

love helping you ♯ os

pairing; sam sulek x reader

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wc : 617 summary: new clothes were needed but you couldn't go alone, so you brought up your favorite guy. warning: butt slap at the end, fluff. a/n: i love sam fluff ngl, so tysm for requesting that! !

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You had texted Sam early in the morning asking him if he was down for buying new clothes since yours started to grow holes and stains, some didn’t fit you anymore. He was still in his deep sleep so you only heard him groan on his pillow and that made you chuckle, biting your lower lip. “So it’s a yes?” You could hear a shuffle from the other side of the phone, with what seemed to be his covers and pillow, and you heard a low “Yes” under his breath, you screamed with joy. Finally winning.

The ride to the mall wasn’t silent, we talked a lot and spilled some drama. He talked about his newest video idea, asked my opinion to get different feedback. You were another perspective, so you were careful with your words and way of talking. “You know what I mean, right?” You mentioned, Sam nodded and took mental notes, eyebrows frowning onto together. We were getting much closer to the shop, and you were getting excited and told him that you would get only a few items. “It doesn’t bother me if you take a lot of things, I’m here for a reason” Chuckling, he knew what he meant by being “here”. 

The shopping mall was pretty empty today, morning errands wasn’t much liked, so you took this opportunity to buy new clothes for you and Sam. He nodded your way to signal that he was in fact following you. You looked at the panel entitled with each clothing part, and disappeared in-between the aisle.

You were walking in-between aisle, looking through pants and shirts. Sam followed behind you, watching you walk slowly with your shopping bag in hand. You whispered to yourself while checking out some flared ones. “Those are goods, I like them” You blushed a bit from Sam agreement to the pair, the size was correct so you took it without looking twice.

Most of the clothes in your bags were Sam’s choice and words, you couldn’t hold yourself back when he would compliment them and say they would look amazing on your body. It made you all hot and bothered, you lost focus and concentration while strolling through the shop. Running my fingers in between the tight shirts and closely peek the tissue and appearance. 

A big large hand went on your back slowly and respectfully, your body went numb. Automatically searching for the culprit on your left, It was Sam hand, of course. He stared at you with a smirk on his face, you gave it back. Goosebumps rising all over your skin.

It felt like your mall shopping spree went on hours, you thought that you spent so much time in here until you looked at your own phone and noticed that the time hasn’t moved. We went to the check-out paid for everything and then left the store, you struggled a bit with the bags weight and Sam took notice of it his hands reached for yours to relieve them. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to!” You were clearly embarrassed that you couldn’t hold shopping bags on your own, ashamed of your weight limit. He scuffed off your words and walked to the car with no struggle. Enjoying the view of Sam reaching for the car chest and opening it, filling with the many bags, you ran to the car. Joining him. “Thank you baby…” You kissed him deeply, he dared to put one hand on your ass and slapped it, while you giggled from his courage and he opened the car door for you to get in. And we left the shop both satisfied and with new clothes and many new things to talk about.

[stellamalonesolaria]

BTS Kim Taehyung x reader | oneshot (drabble) | boy(friend)

pairing: fuckboy! bestfriend!taehyung x non specified! reader

warning: mild swearing.

author’s note: english is not my first language. also, this was an impromptu attempt to test my very mediocre writing skills.

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“It’s negative.” Taehyung says as his hands snake around your waist, his lips leaving wet tiny kisses on your neck, causing you to leave a gasp, his fingers tracing tiny circles on your stomach, giving you goosebumps. You immediately try to pull away from him resisting the sensations he has made you feel. you push him back using all your pent up force as he raises an eyebrow, watching you in amusement.

“Good for you Kim”, you say almost satirical. you look up, gazing into his hazel brown eyes, he keeps his mouth shut as he anticipates you continuing your speech, which you do, “Tae, first off i don’t believe that the dick that’s been used up by almost the entirety of this town hasn’t caught any std yet, second of all, you can’t just hover over me while i’m working in the kitchen, like god one day of peace and a warm meal is all i ask of you and you cannot even provide me with that.”, Taehyung heaves as he hears your over dramatic rhetorics, “Okay drama queen, i get it, you’re just distraught right now because you were caught up with your cooking chaos and cooking makes everyone agitated but what i did was completely justified. Also the std shit is pretty offensive bae, might want to tone it down a notch huh?” his deep voice completely captivates you, leading you to melt into his arms as you hug him and snuggle into his arms, basking in his coffee like scent.

“Sorry Tae, you surprised me, I shouldn’t have pulled off the std joke and i wont ever as long as you keep your hands to yourself, okay boy friend?”. yes Kim Taehyung is just your guy best friend whom you’re sometimes very much so enticed towards, he is beguiling, enchanting and everything both men and women could ask for. he’s the embodiment of beauty, he looks like he has been sculpted very carefully by greek gods, the only sad thing is, this guy is a douche, he believes in fucking around for temporary sexual gratification and has been known as the ‘male bop’ of the town because of all the scandalous activities he has been involved with, especially, breaking every man’s ego and sneaking in every woman’s panties, you’re an exception to his rendezvous, or so you thought so.

Taehyung breaks the hug, forgiving you, “it’s okay sweetheart, maybe my actions were too straightforward and blunt, you know with all the hickeys I was trying to create.”, he says this with a husky voice, presumably ruining your underwear. “But a deal’s a deal.”. he says confusing you. “What deal Tae?”, you ask to which he answers, “You agreed to fuck me if I tested std negative deal.”, he throws this casually as you breathe out an exasperated sigh. ‘when did this even happen’ you think, and knowing you he deciphers that you probably don’t remember.

“Goddamnit Y/N, do you remember when i broke off things with Evie? That day, you and I got drunk and then at night, we briefly had an agreement with you being my hookup partner if i don’t have any sexual related disease? So I took your word and tested for it, turns out my dick is free of any potential threat that could’ve been an obstacle between you, I and sex.” You squeal in shock as these words leave his mouth, causing you to leave your mouth agape, wide and long enough for any housefly to enter inside and refuge there till you die.

You shut your mouth, processing his words as your nostrils flare up, your nose scrunching up in disgust, your eyebrows knitting together in scrutiny. “EW EW EW EW, Taehyung, you’re hot and shit, but I’m not sleeping with a manwhore who has bedded my arch nemesis as well as my step sister and the entire town and HOW COULD YOU EVEN SEE ME THROUGH THOSE LUSTFUL EYES, I WOULD PUKE NOOO”, you say as you cover your ears refraining yourself from hearing anything this attractive asshole has to say about screwing you.

You finally calm down after what feels like an eternity. “Taehyung, why don’t you just have sex with Seolhyun again? It didn’t matter to you when her and I were literally fighting over my ex so why not make love to her again now?”, this was war against Taehyung, you spat your words like fire.

“The only reason I fucked your arch nemesis in the first place was because you asked me to, so that you could maintain tranquility between your ex and you when you both were dating, plus, sex with her is so boring, she only wants missionary and someone she can submit to, like bitch, this isn’t vanilla bdsm and i’m not a slave to your boring ideas of what sex should be between men and women, anyways, sorry for the rant, are you up for some good ol’ sex or nah?”, Taehyung retorts, absolutely burning Seolhyun to ashes. You blink in remorse as you’ve been the one who coaxed him to sleep with her. You dismiss Seolyun’s topic by stuffing his face with the cookies you were baking while you try to politely decline his fuck buddies offer.

“What if sex with me turns out to be boring too?”, you say as Taehyung looks into your eyes, and with genuineness, he opens his mouth “Sex with you could never be boring. Infact, if I ever get you to comply with this entire sleeping agreement, I fear I’d need another partner for the rest of my life.”, this line, makes your heart race, you don’t say anything, as he just keeps gazing into your eyes, embracing your soul with warmth of his words and sincerity brimming in his eyes, you both clasp your hands together when suddenly your doorbell rings.

You get pulled out of the romantic ambience that Taehyung’s words had created as you dash towards your main gate entrance. There is a delivery boy standing in front of you which puzzles you as you haven’t ordered anything. The delivery boy looks at you with a smug expression on his face almost adding fuel to the awkward tense atmosphere which was already built.

“Ma’am, here’s your order.”, the delivery boy chimes as he places a packet of condom into your hands. Your eyes widen in shock and your cheeks turn crimson red as you look at the thing in your hand as if it’s the most illicit shit you’ve seen on your palm. You clench the condom packet in your hand as you make your way to the kitchen, where Taehyung is standing, devouring the cookies you’ve baked. You hold his upper arm, causing him to turn around as he looks at your flabbergasted state with cookies stuffed in his mouth.

“What is this?”, you ask clearly shooketh to the core, to which Taehyung replies nonchalantly, “a condom?”, you roll your eyes as you further ask, “what for?”, annoyance evident in your tone with a hint of mortification and shyness at the same time.

He smirks as he looks at your bewildered state, leaning closer to your lips, reducing the proximity between you two, his one hand grabs your ass, causing you to yelp, and his other hand gently puts your hair strand behind your ear while he says, “what else sweetheart?”

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the end.

[maverickbabes]

Kinktober Day 4 - Spanking "Bad girls need spankings"

Kinktober Day 4

Toruk Makto!Jake Sully x female!navi!Omatikaya!reader

Warnings: spankings, some roughness, degradation with some praise, cussing, petnames, bratty!reader, aftercare.

🔞🔞MDNI 18+🔞🔞

"Excuse us for just a moment" Jake says politely as he shoots you a glare before grabbing your arm roughly. You smirked to yourself as you held back a giggle while he dragged you to your guys hut, where you would be met with your punishment.

Jake practically throws you into the space and he closes the front flap to give you guys some privacy. "What the fuck was that?" He hisses angrily and you just give him a shrug of the shoulders. "Oh what's wrong? Can't handle a little bit of bratiness from me?" You say tauntingly as you cross your arms over your chest.

You saw his nostrils flare as he storms over to you and wraps his hand around your throat, earning a soft moan from you. "Look at you already moaning over me choking you, such a dirty girl aren't you" He whispers as he leans down towards your lips but just when you reached foward to kiss him, he quickly moves away smirking.

"You're going to get your punishment and you are going to count each spank that lands on that sweet ass of yours. Understand?" He explains through gritted teeth and you nodded your head slowly, feeling excitement build in your tummy. He releases his grip on your throat before walking over to the table.

He pulls out the chair and sits down on it, patting his lap motioning you to come over. You walked over and slowly laid over his lap, your ass in clear view for him. "Ready for your punishment?" He asks and you turn to face him.

"Yes sir" You said to him before arching your back, making your ass raised in the air. The feeling of his hand rubbing your skin softly sent sensations all throughout your body, giving you goosebumps and you closed your eyes from the contact.

WHACK!

You yelp out in shock from the sudden sharp pain of his hand hitting your skin. The pain turned into pleasure as you let out a moan and hung your head low. "You didn't count. I told you to count brat" Jake growls as he raises his hand and smacks your ass hard. "O-One sir" You tell him and he rubs his hand over your redden skin.

"Good girl, now keep counting"

WHACK!

"Two"

WHACK!

"Three"

WHACK!

"Four"

After 16 more spanks, adding up to 20 total, You were a moaning and whimpering mess on his lap with tears streaming down your cheeks. "Twenty" You said stifling a whimper as you closed your eyes tight, both pain and pleasure coursing through your veins. "Sit up" He instructs and you do as your told, sitting up on his lap.

"Did I hurt you my love? Are you okay?" He asks concern laced in his voice as he places a gentle hand on your face, wiping away the tears. "You hurt me a little but I'm okay ma jake, Just a little sore is all" You tell him honestly and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

He peppers kisses all over your shoulder, arm, and some on your chest. "Come, let me take care of you" He says tapping your thigh and you get up from his lap. You grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks as he looks at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"You didn't hurt me badly, just a little bit that I'm going to be sore for a few days is all" You tell him and he nods before leaning over and giving you a peck on the lips. "I know, but I still gotta take care of my brat" He says winking at you and you bite your lip.

Fuck if you could be a brat all the time you would, he's hot when he punishes you

[anemonelovesfiction]

2~ Role Reversal

Aged Up! Teylan x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️: smut, P in V!,

Not Proofread

MDNI 🔞

Thank you guys for your support on day 1, hopefully you’re all as excited for day 2!!

Translation Station

Yawne: Beloved

Hì’i:Little or small

‘Awpo: One

Yawntu: loved one

Word Count: 2k

“What I think is that you need to stop being a brat and learn your place.” His words cut like a knife although his lips were as soft as silk as he planted his kisses down my neck, a whine leaves my mouth in one quick breath before I cut it off quickly.

“Look who finally learned to stop talking,” He chuckles darkly with a smirk plastered on his face. His hand trails from my shoulder down to my waist and the sensation brings goosebumps toward my sides.

“Mm!” I gripe as he teasingly brought his hand over my exposed nipple, thumb sliding over it once, twice, three times before the smirk settles on his face and I find him to be the most handsome thing in existence.

“You’re so sensitive, yawne.” He speaks as he stares directly into my soul, his beautiful eyes were reflecting the green bioluminescent light of the bushes near us, the plush moss below the skin of my back was soft and welcoming, but his arm abandoned my nipple and cupped the breast instead, leaning his face down and capturing the once abandoned nipple into his mouth. The warmth was what made me gasp at first, his tongue is what caused me to moan, the electrifying feeling behind his darting muscle causing my pussy to flutter around nothing, my hips to desperately rise in an attempt to get some sort of relief but he chuckles instead.

A stinging sensation captures my attention as I look down, his face has backed off my breast, he’d just flicked my nipple, and for some reason I’d enjoyed that.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” He murmurs as his hand trails down the sides of my body creating goosebumps in its wake as he gets lower. Instead of wanting to please me his hand goes over the curve of my ass and settles at the bend of my knee, parting it from my body slightly. His nostrils flaring and his eyes closing euphorically and the audible sniff he takes has my cheeks heating up.

“Your smell is enticing hì’i’awpo,” He takes another couple of sniffs before his hand trails back up my thigh and toward my hip, giving a gentle and affectionate squeeze.

“I want to eat every part of your essence and I don’t want to hear a word from you, understand?” He asks authoritatively and it makes me shiver underneath him, a small nod following after, his smirk making an encore before he settles himself on the mossy ground below us.

The fold where his arms meet his forearms are placed at the bends of my knee’s, his giant hands managing to carefully encircle my plush skin around my waist, taking the time to pull me closer toward his greedy mouth and I could feel myself heart thrumming. A whimper escaped my lips as soon as I feel his warm breath, I want to tell him to stop teasing but I wasn’t allowed to talk.

Usually the roles were reversed, had they been, I would have been sitting on top of his pretty face and been riding his tongue content with no complaints. He’d expressed wanting to try being in charge tonight and with his sweetest expression on his face, along with the hard day he’d had, how could I have said no?

His tongue pokes out and teasingly circles the lips of my pussy, not caring to dip his muscle where I wanted it most, and teasingly circling around a second time. I grasp a handful of moss on each hand as I dig into the ground below me, had I been strong enough- or even a Na’Vi- I would have been able to buck my hips to get what I wanted, but my rare -almost non existent- sub self wanted to please him.

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“Mmm-“ She moaned as I finally dipped my tongue near her precious hole to collect her sweet essence, guiding it upward toward her clit and circling it once before my tongue goes back down to eat more of her nectar.

“T-Teylan!”

It had felt like a thousand years since I punished her from the last time I had punished her for speaking out of turn, but she was too delicious to detach my mouth from and I didn’t want to have to deprive myself of staying down here, so although my ears flickered at the sweet sound of her voice, I ignored it as I continued drinking from her, tongue encircling her clit and her body rewarding me with more.

I couldn’t help myself and bring one hand off of her precious little hips and brought it down toward her sweet pussy, inserting my finger and raising my ears to hear her beautiful sounds.

“Please Teylan-“ She gasps as I begin moving my finger in her walls, enjoying how her warmth fills me from the very tip of my finger, suckling on her clit and watching her writhe underneath me, her tiny hands gripping the moss below her and her head thrown back. I wish I could take a picture of this moment but instead I insert a second finger, feeling her contract against them and adding a shaky breath as I did so.

“You feel very tight yawntu,” I mutter just before devouring her clit once more, ensuring to continue moving my fingers at a steady pace, her sweet moans were growing louder and more consistent, yet so was her arousal, more juice pouring out and a squelch coming from it every time my fingers were driven in.

Her sweet gummy walls were hugging my fingers at a rhythm and I knew she was close, but I didn’t want her finishing too soon so I remove my fingers and give her clit one last lick.

“Hurry-“ She gasps out and I just about groan at how needy her voice sounded but I knew I’d let her off with no warnings one too many times and I had to punish her, though I didn’t want to.

“Hands and knee’s. Now.” I commanded in my best dom voice, hearing how dark and sultry I sounded made my own cock stir at my command to her as I watch her get on all fours. My hand swings toward her ample bum and watch it recoil from the slap I’d given her.

“Do not speak unless spoken to, do you understand?” I ask as I swat her once more, her bum already starting to turn a reddish color and her unmistakable moans answering for me.

“Good girl,” I mutter as I fight my belt to free my cock from their confines, sighing in relief as soon as the ambient air comes into contact with it, seeing a bead of precome gathered at the top.

I can’t stop my hand from moving at a steady pace over my waiting cock, knowing that in any other situation she would not have allowed me the privilege to touch myself, freely groaning as I did so knowing it would catch her attention.

And rightfully so I can see her face turned as she watches my hand gliding up and down my shaft, a fire lit behind her stare as she wishes to command me to stop, but knowing she was unable to at that moment. The drop of precome that had previously been there had become lubricant for my hand and several more drops had formed.

“Face forward pretty girl,” I motioned with my lips afterward and watch as her sweet face disappeared, lining myself up with her entrance, already feeling myself ache for her gummy walls to lock onto my cock the anticipation making me want to shove myself in to feel her tightness but I had to take a calming breath before letting my thoughts take over.

I bring myself closer to her, swiping myself along her cunt and feeling her juices coating the tip of my head, I slowly push past her lips and feel her hole quiver once I enter, a long moan slipping her lips as my hands come to grasp her hips to steady myself.

I slowly slide in as I enjoy her warmth spreading on my cock like wildfire, a content sigh leaving my lips as I continue burying myself inside her heat and thanking Eywa for having granted me the opportunity to fill such a divine human.

“Fuck!” She gripes as her hips start sliding down the remainder of my shaft and I can’t help but bite my lip as I stare at her pussy swallow my cock so easily.

“Thats it my love,” I encourage as I grasp her hair, tugging it rather harshly and seeing her back bend, her face staring at mine as I pulled her hair far enough to allow our eyes to meet.

“Teylan-“ She gasps as I swiftly push myself fully in her, feeling her squeeze against my cock, my pace speeding up.

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Another stinging sensation on my backside causes me to unexpectedly squeeze on Teylan, I guess calling out his name was grounds for punishment, but at this moment I felt unbelievably stuffed and the angle he was holding me in was enough to get me close to the edge. I bit my lip and allowed my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

“Please fill me up-“ I mumble softly as I grit my teeth my hands grasping the moss below me tightly- almost enough to rip it out of the ground, my moans coming out freely as Teylan pounds into me.

Another slap on my ass almost made me cum, but I felt him slide all the way out and I could feel myself whining at the loss of sensation before feeling his strong hands flattening me onto the moss below me before shoving his girthy cock back inside me, the sensation newer than anything we’d done before.

“You feel even tighter this way!” Teylan grunts, one of his strong hands holding my hip the other placed on my back to keep me in this position.

“Teylan please, please let me-“ I gasp loudly as my eyes roll behind my head once more after being smacked on my ass again.

“Please!” I groan as he continues relentlessly pounding into me.

“You cum-“ Teylan grunts as he shoves himself into me, my walls contracting a couple of times around him and I could feel my nipples brush against the moss.

“-With me-“ He mutters as he brings himself back out, and I missed the space he’d invaded already.

“Not before, not after.” He finishes his statement as he grinds back into me.

“I’m so close-“ I mutter as I hold back my tears from how incredible this feels, my pussy throbbing to come over his cock as it fills me, relentlessly abusing my g-spot.

“Spank me, spank me, spank me-“ I chanted silently as my nipples were kissed by the moss below me, gently rubbing against my clit as I was smushed up against it with Teylan’s rough rhythm, the speed he set was perfect and I wished he was just as close as I was and to my surprise-

“I’m cuming!” Teylan groans loudly, his pace becoming astronomically fast and I could feel lost in the pleasure as I moan alongside him, allowing myself to cum and rhytmically spasm around his cock.

“Fuck yawntu!” Teylan moans with one final thrust.

“Wait- no wait!” My eyes open wide at the realization of the situation we were in at the moment, I whined at the sensation, overstimulation making my legs shake.

“I’m so sorry, I got carried away,” Teylan speaks very shyly but remains still knowing any sort of movement would cause my overstimulation to get worse.

“It’s okay baby,” I attempt to move to look at him but inhale sharply at the pain that spread from the fullness of his cum and his knot.

“I’m sorry-“ He carefully spreads his arms as far as they can to gently caress my cheeks.

“I kind of like when you’re a dom, we should do this more often,” I smile as I lean my face into his palm, enjoying the way he cups my face gently.

“You’re just saying that because you like being spanked,” He chuckles lightly.

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 17: Touch Aversion

Day 17! This one is one of my favorites that I wrote in this batch, and I hope you guys will like it too ^^

Taglist: @splinntersnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

Words: 2.1k

“Do you have everything you need?” Nya asked, double-checking that their door was locked. None of the others would be home for a few hours, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Jay was sitting crisscrossed on the floor, a pillow in his lap that he was nervously squeezing and fluffing. He was shirtless, his ruined back on full display for anyone who entered the room to see, and even that small bit of vulnerability made him want to hide. Even though Nya was trying to make as much noise as possible, he still flinched when she sat down behind him with a small thud. Anxiety pulsed through his veins, loud and rough and suffocatingly cold, and he was quick to grab the soft blanket that Nya had left beside him. The fabric was fuzzy, and he relished the feeling of it rolling over in his hands as he tried to calm himself down.

First Master, they hadn’t even started yet.

Realizing that he still had yet to answer her question, Jay nodded, not trusting himself to speak without his voice breaking. She slid the remote to his side and he picked it up, quickly turning on the TV and pressing play on the Starfarer DVD that they had gotten from the store only the day before. The one he had before he became a ninja was destroyed long ago.

The sounds of the spaceship and Fritz Donnegan washed over him and he took a deep breath. Clutching the remote in his hands, he looked down as Nya showed her hands on either side of him, palms up. “These are my hands,” she said, and Jay almost rolled his eyes because of course he knew that they were her hands. But he had been the one to ask her to go step-by-step, and he knew that his annoyance was only temporary.

“I know,” he said softly, the first words he had spoken since he sat himself on the floor.

Nya hummed. “If you start to get overwhelmed, or you need me to stop, tell me. You know your safe word, and you know what to do if you can’t talk, right?”

“Right.”

“Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jay muttered, and it was true. He wasn’t sure if he could ever prepare himself for this; they had done it a few times in the lighthouse, but not nearly enough to start acclimating him to touch again. His anxiety flared but he kept it in check, squishing the pillow between his hands and letting himself click his tongue.

She moved slowly, and he watched with bated breath as she gently took his wrists. Her thumbs rubbed against the thin skin right under his palms and Jay relaxed into her touch; this was okay, he could handle this. It even started to feel nice, and he let his eyes close as his grip on the pillow relaxed.

Ever so slowly, she moved her touch upwards, and Jay let it happen. Goosebumps started to rise along his skin, and he shivered as she dragged her nails up his inner arms before moving out to his shoulders. Nya slowed down once she had reached his shoulders, letting her fingers rest on his collarbone as her thumbs rubbed small circles on the nape of his neck.

“Good?” she asked, keeping her touch light, ready to pull back if Jay said that he wanted to stop.

But he didn’t want her to stop. “Good.”

“Do you want me to do your hair too?”

They could save that for another day. “No thank you, just my back please.”

“You got it. Just tell me when you want me to move.”

And he waited, letting her blunt nails glide over his skin with a shudder. She quickly apologized when she hit a tickle spot but he shrugged it off, and may have even shifted ever so slightly so she would hit it again. He was back to squeezing the pillow, but it was less from his anxiety and more because he had happy stims that he wanted to let out; watching Starfarer only made him want to stim harder. Jay could tell that she was trying not to linger at the scars and scratches left behind on his skin, even if he wouldn’t have minded all that much.

Finally, he worked up the courage that he needed to ask her to move. “Hey, Nya?”

“Yes, Jay?”

“I think I’m ready.”

“Okay,” she acknowledged, her hands stilling, “I’m going to go slow, alright? You know what to do if you get overwhelmed.”

He did. His heart pounded in anticipation, sweat starting to gather on his palms as she moved her hands again. Soon enough her nails were going down his back, hesitant, and that’s when the memories started to drag him under.

There was the scar that one of the pirates had left across his spine, a cruel and jagged slash from one of the daggers. Jay flinched when Nya went over it, and First Master it had only been two minutes and he already wanted to call it a day and stop. All of the pleasant feelings from before were gone. But he had to keep going; it wasn’t going to get any better if he kept chickening out. Not to mention that Nya was volunteering her precious time to try and help him, so it wouldn’t be fair to her if he didn’t at least try.

But trying was hard.

Starfarer, which had only just been a source of comfort for him, quickly turned into a garbled mess that was going in one ear and out the other, and Jay’s mind struggled to latch onto any tangible sound. The ship had far too much white noise; the only discernable sounds were those of the pirates’ voices, and the pirates—

“Talk,” Jay gasped, trying to take a deep breath in and out. Nya paused, but unluckily it was right over one of his deeper scars across his bottom rib.

“What?”

“Start talking,” Jay ground out; he didn’t want to sound so agitated, but the silence was starting to press in on him from all sides, the noise from the TV providing the perfect white noise for the pirates’ voices to start filling his head, harsh and biting and loud and cruel and demeaning and shit he couldn’t—

“Breathe,” Nya soothed, laying her hands flat on his back. Jay sucked in a hasty breath, shoulders hunching as she went back up to his shoulders. “Do you need me to talk about anything in particular?”

He shook his head, hair flopping down in front of his eyes. Tears sprung to his eyes and he couldn’t wipe them away, paralyzed with the fear of knowing that there was someone sitting behind him and touching him and he was shirtless and there was no way to defend himself. The pillow was going to have holes torn into it by the end of this.

“Do you remember when Lloyd bleached your gi on accident?” Nya asked, keeping her hands still. “And we couldn’t tell you and Zane apart for a week when you went out on patrol?”

She kept talking, telling various stories from when they were younger, and Jay fumbled for the remote to mute the TV. Getting rid of the white noise helped tremendously, and he shuddered as the sound of his girlfriend’s voice washed over him; even if he wasn’t entirely listening to what she was saying, it was still more than reassuring to know that she wasn’t a pirate. Her skin was soft against his, and this time she went even slower as she smoothed over his back.

Jay stayed quiet as she worked, letting himself stim in peace. He slid the battery cover on and off of the remote, clicking the batteries in and out of their places, eventually trying to see how fast he could mash all of the buttons. Nya kept talking, moving on to her projects and the to-do list for the week, avoiding going over his scars as much as she could (which was extremely hard considering how many lashings he had taken onboard the ship). He jumped when she pressed a light kiss to the mark left by Nadakhan’s hook, but he relaxed just as quickly.

Rubbing gently, Nya apologized. “Are you doing okay?”

Nodding, Jay reached back with his hand, ignoring the way that it was shaking violently. Nya grasped it, squeezing tightly and playing with Jay’s fingers. “Can you kiss it?”

“Of course I can,” Nya said, and Jay felt the flutter in his chest when her lips pressed against his knuckles.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” and she was back to going over his back, but now only with one hand; Jay refused to let her other one go.

Before he could stop himself he was crying, sobs shaking his shoulders and finally releasing the pressure building up behind his eyes and in his chest. Nya stopped, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head against his shoulder as he blubbered, The shame bubbled up in his gut, hot and steady and suffocating, and the guilt made him want to curl into a ball and hide away for the rest of his life. How pathetic was he?

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, and Nya held him tighter, “I’m sorry. I can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—”

Nya kissed his shoulder, rubbing her hand across his bare chest and the ‘x’ that had been carved into his collarbone. “Jay, breathe. You’re okay, you’re okay. We can stop now, okay? I’m not mad, and I’m not upset.”

“You’re giving up all this time to help me and I can’t do it,” he said angrily; the fury was tearing his heart to shreds.

“This is a process,” Nya said, “and it’s not going to fix itself overnight. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be here. You need the help, and Jay…I need this too.”

“What?” Jay said. “Why would you need this?”

Carding a hand through his hair, Nya paused, and Jay was worried that he said something wrong until she finally spoke up. “Every night I can’t stop thinking about what happened, and what happened to you. I see you and I see the way you’re struggling and I hate not being able to help you. But this? This helps.”

He had never thought about it that way, and the guilt grew even larger when Jay realized that he hadn’t been doing anything to try and help her; for First Master’s sake, she had died. How could he be so selfish? Wasn’t that something that the wish was supposed to fix? “Do you need my help with anything?”

If there was one thing that Jay and Nya had in common, it was their avoidance issues. Jay would deflect and deflect and deflect, while Nya would clam up and shove it so far down that no one would be able to see it. Maybe that was one reason their relationship had failed the first time around: neither of them had been willing to say the things that needed to be said.

But Jay was going to do better. He promised to do better.

Nya’s grip tightened, but Jay could tell that it was from her stiffening rather than anything affectionate. “I’m good, Jay. I just need to help you.”

“Nope,” and he wheeled around, facing her, “we’re not doing that. I’m helping.”

She looked surprised at how direct he was being, and Jay’s eyes watched the way her hand instinctively went to her breastbone. He was filled with sadness when he saw the action, and he was consumed by the sudden need to do anything to help her; was this how she felt every time she saw him worrying at his eye? Or limping from the phantom pains in his ankle?

Jay brought his hand forward as slowly as he could, giving Nya plenty of opportunity to push him away if she so wanted to. Gently, he laid her hand over hers, and she sucked in a breath. Just as slowly, Nya shifted her hand to fully cover the x on his chest in a mirrored position, and Jay let his forehead rest against hers. He brushed his thumb over her scar, barely visible over the collar of her t-shirt (one of Cole’s), and he felt her shiver from the action.

“We can fix it,” he whispered, “we’re going to fix it.”

Nya let out a small sob, his words having found a chink in the walls keeping her emotions at bay. “We can’t fix it, Jay. There’s no fixing us.”

“Yes, there is,” Jay said firmly. “If you can break it, you can fix it. Nadakhan did damage, but we are not broken. We are still here, Nya, and he isn’t.”

“We’re still here,” she breathed.

“We’re still here,” he said, “and we’re not going anywhere.”

And they cried on the floor, never moving their hands, for everything that they had lost, and the parts of themselves that they would never get back.

[planetpiastri]

💝+ a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips from the a hundred different kisses with bob?🤍

im a big dumby and have had this sitting half-written in my drafts for like a week!! anyways i think this is so sweet and so cute and i hope u enjoy<3 | [wc - 0.8k]

The night air was cold, but you hardly noticed. Bob was warm, and as you hooked your arm through his and intertwined your fingers, heat flared through you, fighting off the chill of the evening.

While tonight might have only been your third date, it felt like you’d been together for ages now. Things had progressed naturally and gradually with Bob, and in the six months since you’d met him, you’d never stopped getting butterflies when he so much as brushed his hand against yours. You could hardly believe he seemed to feel the same for you that you felt for him.

There was just one problem: he hadn’t kissed you yet.

You didn’t mind taking things slow with Bob. In fact, you thought it was pretty sweet. On your first date he had told you earnestly, “I want it to be special,” and you trusted him. With other guys you might have worried that there was some other reason they were holding back, but with Bob you didn’t have to worry about those silly insecurities. It was nice, and it was refreshing.

But you also really, really wanted to kiss him.

Actually, strike that—you really, really, really wanted him to kiss you. 

All these thoughts and more raced through your mind as you left the mini golf course and began to cross the parking lot back to Bob’s car, and you were still lost in thought as he pulled out and merged onto the highway back towards home.

He turned on the radio and reached over, lacing your fingers together, and you smiled. It pulled you back into the present moment, and you were alarmed by how much you liked this man. But then his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you were right back to that same train of thought as before.

When he pulled up outside your apartment, he turned the radio down and said, “I know you have an early morning tomorrow. I had a lot of fun tonight, though.”

“Hm,” you said, distracted.

He squeezed your hand, his smile nervous and curious. “You okay? You’ve seemed a world away since you beat me at mini golf.”

What were you doing? You were in a car with a beautiful boy who cared deeply about you—so deeply about you that he wanted you to have the perfect rom-com moment you’d dreamed of since you were a little kid. And here you were, moping about it.

You squeezed his hand back and smiled reassuringly. “Sorry. Just thinking about tomorrow. I’m sorry I have to go so early, but I’d love to see you this weekend.”

His eyes crinkled when he smiled. You loved that about him. “I’d really like that.”

“Okay. Okay, bye, Bob.” You squeezed his hand again—god, you wanted to kiss him so bad—before opening your passenger door and getting out. You paused there on the sidewalk for a moment.

Oh, what the hell?

You dashed around the hood of Bob’s car, stopping at his driver’s side door and gesturing for him to roll the window down. When he did, you said, “Sorry. I just—I had a lot of fun tonight. I wanted to say thank you.”

“Oh. You’re welcome.”

And his tongue darted out to wet his lips again.

If he was going to do it, now was the moment. You met his eyes, feeling drawn deeply into them. His fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel. Goosebumps prickled your legs.

And he didn’t kiss you.

With a sigh, you reached out to gently cup his cheek. You orchestrated every moment, hoping and praying that you weren’t about to find out that he actually was holding back for those other reasons. But his cheek was warm, and he leaned into your touch as you tipped through the window and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

The words ‘Bye, Bob’ died on your lips as his hand came up to cup your jaw, and as you began to pull away again, he turned his head and captured your mouth with his.

It was fireworks; it was a roller coaster; it was the beach at sunset; it was a run through an airport; it was the special moment you had both been waiting for. It was quite possibly the best kiss ever recorded in history.

He pulled away with a soft gasp and breathed, “I couldn’t wait any more.”

In reply, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him again. He made a soft, happy sound in the back of his throat, drawing a smile onto your face even as your mouth moved against his.

You pulled away, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek before withdrawing from the window, glad to see your own unshakable smile mirrored on his face. Now, finally, you said, “Bye, Bob.”

“Good night,” he whispered.

You forced yourself not to look over your shoulder as you walked up to your apartment, turned the key in the lock, and slipped inside. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pressed your back against the closed front door, letting your eyes fall shut blissfully.

Okay, so maybe three dates was the perfect amount of time to wait for a first kiss.

[violetasteracademic]

Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow: Chapter Three (Ao3 Azriel x Elain Fanfic)

Chapter three is finally out, and Elain and Azriel are *finally* alone together to face what happened on Solstice.

I do have all relevant warnings and tags on Ao3, but just a friendly reminder that this is an angst/fluff/smutwithplot romance with some darker themes like self harm, pain with pleasure, and light bondage. We are just now getting a peek into the dynamic between Az and Elain this chapter (thank you guys for being patient and giving the story a chance!) but if any of those themes might be triggering or disturbing to you, now is the time to halt. It is only going to crank up from here on out!

Link to Ao3 on the bottom! Here is a little sneak peak into this next chapter.

Prieview:

Azriel

“You said you didn’t want me,” Elain said as she got to her feet and quickly backed away to the other side of the room.

“I never said that,” Azriel growled, rising to his feet as well.

“You said it was a mistake,” She replied. That icy, distant exterior drawing itself over her again. She kept moving away from him until her back hit the wall. “You said it was a mistake, and then you left. You were just gone. Completely gone. I didn’t hear from you for a week, Azriel, and I thought it would be much longer than that before I did. You made me think that I… that I had gotten things so wrong. I thought I was crazy. And then out of the blue you are asking me to meet you in the middle of the night because... because you’re mine. What is it you expect me to say? Is this just going to be another mistake for you?”

Azriel leaned over her, his forearms nearly shaking with rage and restraint. How could she possibly believe that he didn’t want her? He had never, never lost his temper over her like he had to Rhysand that night. He had been so careful, his mask always in place. But his brother saw right through him. Saw how desperately he needed her. Never in five hundred years had any of his loved ones been able to properly guess at what was going on in his mind.

He had made her feel unwanted. It needed to be rectified immediately. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “The only mistake was trying to kiss you for the first time in a house full of people who could hear us. Because I wouldn’t have been able to stop, Elain. I would have gotten on my knees in front of you until you were screaming my name loud enough for your mate to hear.”

Azriel’s gaze dripped down Elain’s body. His nostrils flared as he watched her nipples peak through her nightgown. He hardened immediately, and pressed himself between her legs, shucking the flimsy material up her thighs. She gasped, and a flush spread over her skin as she bucked in response, her hands searching for purchase on the wall behind her. Those thin straps keeping her dress up could easily be snapped between his fingers. He ran his nose along her neck, letting his breath travel over her skin. He ground harder into her as he watched goosebumps pebble in the wake of his touch. “Does this feel like I don’t want you, Elain?”

*titters and runs away*

Enjoy, lovelies!

[elvispresleywife]

Ok guys for the first time ever...it's not something Elvis related which makes me feel weird to say almost like it's wrong?... 😭😭🥺

Anyway.......I hope you're doing well! I just thought I'd give a little life update considering I've been a bit MIA and wanted to share a bit with you! Ok so.... I’ve recently been diagnosed with severe primary Raynaud’s Phenomenon. Now! it isn’t life-threatening! It's a circulation issue which means it just makes me sensitive to the cold/temperature changes.

For example everyone's different but for me this means my hands and feet stay cold all the time and change color in my case it starts off as white fingers(or toes)and blue hands, to purple, sometimes gray, and then red when warming up which really burns 😭. And quite often my lips go purple when I get cold even if it's not. When I'm cold it also causes numbness, pain, and stiffness, and unfortunately even small temperature changes can trigger severe symptoms. For instance, handling items from the freezer or using cold water to wash my hands for 20 seconds can cause my fingers to turn white and become really painful and numb. I often experience shivering and my teeth chatter so bad even when it's only slightly cold, like during a cool walk or when I have to go outside in cooler weather or even in the damn cinema!

On top of Raynaud’s, I also have been diagnosed with extreme cold sensitivity. This means I'm freezing even when the weather is relatively warm. For example, I’ve found myself shivering under air conditioning or feeling chilly in warm ocean water, if I remove one layer of warmer clothing I get damn goosebumps!!!! I'm layering up like 3-4 layers with gloves to go to the shops 😭😭. And winter is especially tough; just walking into a cooler building can make me start shivering and chattering and flare up all my Raynaud’s symptoms so imagine when I'm outside 😭. I literally spend my life in front of a heater in multiple layers and a hot water bottle 😭😭

So! Sorry if this is rambling but I was wandering if anyone has tips or suggestions to stay warm. Like even anything you do when your cold or something. ANYTHING! I'm literally shivering all the time so anything helps!!

Sorry if this is TMI!

Love you all (bonus points if you write a Elvis story about this.....😉😘)

Also one last thing before I shut up...I know I overuse this emoji 😭...but...please don't come after me. 😘